Poetry: White Strands

White Strands

brown wooden bristles danced through her strands

stopping at every knot; entangled frizz 

gently she untangles them one by one

brushing tender patience and comfort

along her thick black mane of Jane

shades of brown and burgundy

just like hers

the tips of her fingers softly caressed her tresses

massaging warm coconut oil on her bare scalp

with all her love and hopeful prayers

holding her dreams with nothing but courage

they sang hymns with words of hope

echoing between the four walls of their humble room

years were full of fond memories

sweet, as the nectar of the blue Crocus flower

while bad times came and go

like the seasons in the West

along the roads of this mortal life

time painted shades of grey between her curls

and drew lines between her brows

covering her with fragile shrinked skin

now; as she brushed her withering white strands

between her fingers dripping of warm coconut oil

she sings aloud the song of hope her mother once sang

stopping at every knot; entangled frizz 

gently she untangles them one by one

braiding the soul that gave her life

I love you mama

By Jessica John Posko