Bad hair day

‘Hello’ says the face staring up at me
full of innocence and expectation.
Confined in her shopping trolley seat she wriggles.
Children are funny; they find the simplest things amusing,
mind you, it could be my hair. Unruly and windswept,
I really should have worn a hat, that’ll teach me.
With a giggle and a poke the smiling face is wheeled away.
Still I’m wondering about my hair,
and if I should buy greens or carrots to go with the organic chicken.