Two words randomly paired: youth and scissors

So many stories of children
Sneaking into the bathroom drawer
Finding the scissors, and having at it
On their head of hair

Bangs crooked, jagged edges
Hunks cut right out behind ears
Or on the top or back
Transforming a little angel into a spikey-haired imp

This hair massacre is a ritual of childhood 
The chance to take something sharp, a no-no,
Aim it straight at your face, a double no-no
And cut willy-nilly to show that "I'll do what I want" spirit

But a glance in the mirror, post all that whittling
Inevitably produces tears
Which moves Mama to telephone the hairdresser
For the necessary and soul-soothing repair

That wild act of freedom 
Leaves those who are young
Turning right back to their mamas
For their help and solutions

Perhaps it would be easier 
To use water-based glue instead
So after all that rebellion
Mama could just shampoo out the glued-up hair

But scissors are symbols of severing
Which is needed as young children grow up
A clean cut, like a midwife with an umbilical cord
Slicing away dependency and moving forward on one's own