Her name is Ivy - I called her Grandma
Memories...
So as I was preparing for bed tonight -
I did something
Different
...with my hair
I pulled it back into
One
Long
Braid
...my hair is getting longer
And I couldn't help but think of my
Paternal Grandmother
She's been gone for sometime now
But I think about her a lot.
My one braid
Reminded
Me of her hair
She had the prettiest hair
It was so long
Down
To her waist - just about
And she always wore it in
One
Long
Braid
I remember she wouldn't let me play in her hair
Because she was always busy doing other things
But
This one time
She sat still
Just
For
Me
And unraveled that long braid
And I got to comb through it
From top
To Bottom
It was a lot of work
I was a small child then maybe
5 or 6
...That memory takes my breath away
And brings tears
I can't even write anymore
I'm glad she's in heaven waiting on me
I hope she'd like the young woman her son helped raise
