Brushing Your Hair
In the last month you ask me a favor.
Will I brush your hair when you have passed?
You seem to want to greet whatever comes
looking your best. I give my promise.
Each day when I come home, I offer
to brush your hair, but you say no,
maintaining the independence
you have always shown.
Later, in hospice, I no longer ask.
I hold your hands, rubbing lotion in,
skin so fragile, like a butterfly wing.
It is time now to make the last ablutions.
I clean your face and brush your hair,
your sleeping eyes flicker
under paper-thin lids, pale blue veins
tracing their course across them.
I imagine your mother tenderly holding you,
stroking your cheek, watching you dream
in her arms—her newborn daughter
with milky breath.
Ninety-one years separate us, your two watchers.
One joyously bringing you into the world;
the other sitting silently in the dim-lit room,
keeping watch over you through the night.
The poem, “Brushing Your Hair” is from my chapbook, Erasing the Doubt (c) 2015, Finishing Line Press.
Very touching, and beautifully written.
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Thanks so much dear Michelle. 💕
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Mary, no words. Just beautiful!
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💕 thank you
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Just lovely, Mary, and full of quiet emotion and love. —- Suzanne
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Thanks so much dear Suzanne.
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So touching. So beautiful. Thank you Mary 💛
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I’m so glad you liked this poem, Val. That means a lot to me. 💕
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a moving poem from a great book
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Thanks, Maureen. I’m honored that you enjoyed my book and this poem in particular. It seemed a good idea to add this one to my blog.
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Yes
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Exquisite Mary, so beautifully expressed
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My thanks, Rachel. Your comments are always so generous.
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And well deserved!
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❤
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Wonderful poem, Mary! Trouble commenting from my iPad Joan
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Thanks so much, Joan.
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Beautiful. Very sad and very moving, and filled with that quiet, loving wisdom that speaks through so many of your poems. And I LOVE that last stanza with the 91 years that separate the watcher. This is one of my favorites of your lovely work, Mary! 🙂
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Thank you so much, Robin. I value your comments so much. It was a privilege to be with her and think back on her life.
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