Where Did You Get That Curly Hair?
A pretty neat trick, I say,
this granddaughter
without ever having kids,
and yes, she looks like me,
no curls on her mother’s side
nor in my husband’s family,
father to her dad.
When I was three,
as she is now,
I’d say, when asked,
My mommy made them.
Today, I twirl her ringlets
and smile.
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This works. She’s kin in a line of descent that passes through another world
Sweet!
What a special connection for you and for her!
Excquisite rendering of how the family we choose can wrap around our fingers.
Sweetness!
Pure heart! “I twirl her ringlets” – Lovely. My mother used a curling iron on us when I was younger. No safeguards on those early models but a lot of neck burns.
This is so touching and sweet!
what a beautiful poem