She combed
my hair before
she braided it,
half-sang
a song beneath
her breath,
a few words
audible within
hummed melody,
small birds
appearing briefly
in the rain.
Her voice found
and gently worked
each hidden knot,
snarls in me
loosened
and let go.
—Laura M Kaminski
12 05 2014
In response to/inspired by Luisa A. Igloria’s “Not Less” and an entry from the Morning Porch.
This is a lovely poem, a true gem!
such a talent!
Thank you both, Robin and Cindy! Glad to see you here!
such gentle beauty :-)