Wishing on a Braid
By Lorelei Kay, High Desert Branch
Mother-daughter morning ritual,
giggles and wiggles, as I comb
through her long dark hair,
dividing locks into three strands,
while gripping and tugging
at her bobbing head.
First strand over—
How I love
this little girl!
Second strand over—
I hope she’ll grow tall,
happy and strong.
Third strand over—
Yet how I wish she’d always
stay small!
Braiding strands together
Love—hope—wish. Love—hope—
wish. Love—hope—wish.
Nearing the end of the braid,
I pull all three lines taut
like my heart strings
and push down on her head.
“Please don’t grow up,” I whisper
as I fasten the bow.
But she did.
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