On this weekend when we remember
The fallen… the lost… the loved… the silent;
And the courageous, both in war, and illness;
I recall a woman from the desert,
Whose hair was gray and past her waist…
She answers, "Braiding takes me only 2 minutes now."
And explains, "Not cut since my mother died in '99."
5-29-2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem