Poem : But you are always beautiful

A thousand golden strands

and more.

She takes them in her hands and begins

to weave, transform

them into something new.

“Something pretty, Mama.”

She examines her work of elaborate twists

and stops.

Lets out a sigh, and ties the bow.

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2 comments

  1. The beautiful things about this are the things not said; not pointed out directly. Thanks for sharing!

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