I wash and braid her hair
It falls down the middle of her back
Soft
Smooth
Pretty
It is these simple times
Which grace us with joy
Quiet
Slow
Swimming
Thoughts unjumbled for a moment or two
A pause in the parade of worries
Not quiet blissful
Not quite bad
Things which make us calm
In the distance we hear the gate
Blowing open and closed
In the breeze
It is a steady rhythm
Like a heart beat
Lub-dub lub-dub
It makes us feel sleepy
As if we have just filled up
On cake and tea
How many days have we slept away
She asks
Too many little cricket
Too many
Best we move then
She declares
As if it was as easy as braiding her hair.
Ah, I love this contemplative poem, the serene braiding of the hair. And I love how Alice always suggests just the right thing: "Best we move then."
ReplyDeleteSimple life is the best life!
ReplyDeletePersonal interactions like this are rarely forgotten as they are so memorial. You have written in such a loving way and reminds of similar occasions of our own with our relatives and friends too.
ReplyDeleteLove the peace that allows for movement at the end. Hopefully in a better (necessary?) direction.
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely poem .... braiding hair conjures up so many memories for me.
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous, sweet girl.
ReplyDeleteanother wonderful Tale!
ReplyDeleteA touchng moment!
ReplyDelete"A pause in the parade of worries" - I love that line, Jae!
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