A nonet and 2 hay(na)kus

Some more poetical attempts.

Your name is not lauded in any printed stories,
even though you fell to save another,
but I promise to speak of you.
I hoped to see you again,
I thought I had time.
But the sand slipped
through the hourglass.
Now you're
just ---.

Parents
are meant
to take care.

Hair
entangles fingers,
but appears voluminous.

(Prompt by me)

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