Tangle TeaserA Poem by Chris Shaw(written after visiting my Mum, who now receives 24 hour nursing care), and yes I frequently comb her hair
I wonder Mum, if you recall
that game we played when I was young? Those times I'd seat you in a chair to ask you how you'd like your hair. On tip-toe I would section strands, tease out the tangles, ease the knots, then twist your dampened wavy locks round rollers with my fumbling hands. A mirror glance and you would smile, how patiently you'd play along. A pleasing nod, you'd turn to say, "I rather like this back-combed style". And then I'd try with steady hand to paint the colour on your lips, apply mascara with a wand, all treasures from your bag of tricks. Where do the passing years all go for you and I are now steel grey? My mother and my loving friend, but when I saw you yesterday, the infant child cried out in me. I had a yen to start again. to stand there with my brush and comb and tease the tangles from your hair.
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Added on June 22, 2018Last Updated on June 22, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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