Brushed Down
Mama brushed my hair
to create her image of
well cared for, properly
groomed, perfect little girl.
Didn't matter that it hurt,
that I was happier with
loose pony tail down my
back crooked without
added bows and butterflies.
Mama brushed her pride
when she brushed my hair
Victoria Hendricks
June 9, 2010
A strong personal experience poem which also includes a lesson for other mothers!
ReplyDeleteA striking poem, Victoria. I am sure your mother had good intentions, did not realize the pain!
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