Her soft hands weaving my tight braid
As growing the relationship more strong
Unfold layers, one untouched one unbraid
A nameless mantra I heard in her song
A drop of oil intermingled with her fingers
Played thousand cosmic rhythms in my mind
My innocent questions, her dynamic answers
Weaving the moments, she remained kind


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I'd like to say a little prayer. Excuse me dear.
but held it up your sleeve
Such sensitivity let loose
in this poetry you so weaved.
Good stuff, love it.
Soft hands/ tight braid
strong relationship/ a soothing mantra
innocent questions/ dynamic answers
It's music!
Aesop for Today, February 1
the sharing..the love
this is beautiful
a beautiful memory poem that could only have sprung from the heart and mind of one so loved by caring hands..
These words "My innocent questions, her dynamic answers" brought back so many wonderful memories from spending so much time with my grandmother as I was growing up....as I read them over and over I saw her face so vividly! Thanks for sharing a beautiful heartfelt poem!!
Played thousand cosmic rhythms in my mind. But it's a beautiful poem that transferred me to time and place in my mind. A great job!
Bhawana ....this is fantastic! Congratulations on this win!
Congratulations on the recognition of 1st in The Poetry Please standings for this prompt.
My daughters will tell you the same story some day, of how their momma brushed and plaited their hair. With love, and with lectures! LOL.
Blessed be. Lovely poem.
Wilka
making braids and such small things that bring her close to us durign our tender years and remain with us as long as we exist ...
Thank you.
be well,my friend!
xo
maple syrup sap is starting to flow from the trees!.
Congratulations Glitter Graphics