hello again, hello

Today I ate my lunch with your hair.

Not the crisp, grey wig you wear now.
Even after ten years, that wasn't ever really you.
No, I mean the hair you taught me to expect.

I never really noticed your brown teeth, green skin and
red-rimmed eyes, but each time I saw you it was like
my mind had to relearn: Her perfect hair is gone.

I saw your hair one other time, last January at the Home Depot.
It was bobbing along atop a bright green stadium coat,
With great, long, proud strides next to a tall, white-haired man
Who held out his hand.

That is how I want to remember your hair.
Not forever tied to Christmas at The Mall.

Comments

[Linds]

Miss her. Can't believe it's been a year.

[Eddie C]

Merry Holidays New Christmas Year Festivus.

I'm blogging much again. You'll be interested to read the ramblings.

[Rob]

Wow. Very moving and a great tribute. You never stop missing them, especially at the weirdest times. Happy Holy-days.