Letting her hair fall
long gray strands
of wisdom earned
over what seems to me
as countless years,
but to her
a flash to now.
Her hands are slower
to brush the once
auburn hair
that still flows
to her heel.
She always told me
it is Christian of a woman
to wear their hair long.
The antique brush slides
through the strands
taking the journey
to one hundred times.
She has done this
since girlhood
before bedtime
and in the early morning.
Never in too much of a hurry
afraid she may miss
an entangled lock.
From the radio the voice
of a preacher
forty years younger.
Grandma rises
closer to becoming
an angel of the Lord.
Author notes
I don't know dear if this poem is what you are looking for but it is near and dear to me because my Grandmother had hair all the way down to her ankles until she died. It was long and white and very beughtiful. She used to sit every night and brush it out while listening to preachers on the Am radio I still have
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- A Moment Like This by Rowan.
800 points, ended December 17, 2008, 13 entries
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Comments
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OMG! My grandmother's hair was to her waist, she lived to be ninety-nine years old. I still remember brushing her hair for her "100 times". Where was your grandmother from? Mine was from Alabama, half Choctaw (Native American). I almost cried after reading this, as if her spirit was hovering about...
This moment is one that is so very tender and dear to my heart. I hope you win. You have painted a picture that will stick with me throughout the day.
The best to you here my friend.
Much Love Always ♥
Renee
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You gave me a moment, a special one at that, so it's exactly what I'm looking for hon. Thanks so much for entering my contest.
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Awesome
Whether it fits the prompt or not, it is a wonderful poem.
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i don't think i will ever really have a memory like that, something truly golden, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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