Hair In Bun-Shape Poem by Toshie Nohara
Hair In Bun-Shape
When I was young
I loved watching seventy year old grandma
dress her long, black hair and
with a tortoise-shell comb,
like a stylist
dress her hair in bun shape
a little hair oil for finishing touch
mirror in her left hand help her see
it was perfectly done.
It took her thirty minutes of hard work
My child like eyes in wonder of
grandma's hair dressing.
May you master her skill someday. Lovely tribute to your grandma. Read mine - Mother Dear - Adeline
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4/23/2024 5:36:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A lovely memory, well presented. Thanks, Toshie