Her Hair

When I was a little girl, I loved my mom’s hair. I remember how shiny it was. I remember how brown it was. I remember how soft it was. It was a comforting part of that wonderful person who knew me best. I can see it twirled around my fingers over and over again. I wonder if she minded all that twirling.

Her hair isn’t brown anymore. It’s not too shiny either. I’m not sure if I touched it last time I saw her. She has mothered six children and has lived 72 years. She had cancer twice and now fights a pre-leukemia. She’s lost almost all of her hair before, had her head shaved, and worn a wig.

Her hair is short now. It is gray. It is not important to her. Her fight for life is growing harder. Next time I see her I’m going to feel her hair.

I’ll bet it’s still soft.

© Copyright 2011 alwayssimplybegin | Katie Sciba.


3 thoughts on “Her Hair

  1. aww! beautiful. You’re going to make me cry. Next time I go to the nursing home, I’m going to feel my mom’s hair. Praying for you and your mom.

  2. Pingback: TenThings I Love… « alwayssimplybegin

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