i don’t think my mother
ever brushed my hair.
and if she did,
i can’t remember it.
i could lie and say
that i wonder why,
but i know why.
it was because
she was busy with
my sister’s brand-new curls,
busy tending to her own
dark roots and dry ends.
when i am a mother,
i will balance my sons
and daughters on my lap
and one by one
comb through
their soft mops
with patient hands.
they will never wonder
why i left them
to sort out
the knots
on their own.
they will know
i am there
to help untangle
the predestined messes
caused by the wind,
and caused by me.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 5:23 PM UTC
i don’t think my mother
ever brushed my hair.
and if she did,
i can’t remember it.
i could lie and say
that i wonder why,
but i know why.
it was because
she was busy with
my sister’s brand-new curls,
busy tending to her own
dark roots and dry ends.
when i am a mother,
i will balance my sons
and daughters on my lap
and one by one
comb through
their soft mops
with patient hands.
they will never wonder
why i left them
to sort out
the knots
on their own.
they will know
i am there
to help untangle
the predestined messes
caused by the wind,
and caused by me.
