Tangle Teaser

Cassie58

i wonder mum if you recall 

that game we played when i was young,

those times i’d seat you in a chair 

and ask you how you’d like your hair?

on tip-toe i would section strands 

tease out the tangles ease the knots,

then twist your dampened wavy locks 

round rollers with my fumbling hands 

 

a mirror glance and you would smile 

how patiently you’d play along,

a pleasing nod you’d turn to say

i rather like this back combed style

and then i’d try with steady hand 

to paint the colour on your lips

apply mascara with a wand 

all treasures from your bag of tricks 

 

where do the passing years all go 

for you and i wear shades of grey 

my mother and my loving friend, 

for when i saw you yesterday 

the inner child cried out in me 

i had a yen to start again 

to stand there with my brush and comb 

and tease the tangles from your hair 

 

 

 

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  • Tom Dylan

    A lovely piece, Cassie. Thanks for sharing.

  • sorenbarrett

    A poem of nostalgia and flavored with a hint of sadness and longing. Very nicely worded and with great symbolism. Very nice Cassie

  • orchidee

    Good write C.

  • Tony36

    Beautiful

  • Poetic Licence

    A beautiful write of those magical times a child can have with their mother, very touching write

  • Teddy.15

    So very endearing dearest Cassie, I could see the entire picture. Such warmth and love entwined here between a beautiful mum and a beautiful daughter. You certainly teach us how to be kind. ๐ŸŒน

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Wonderfully written, Cassie. Filled with love and longing. Thank you for sharing this gem! ๐ŸŒน๐Ÿ‘

  • David Wakeling

    What a beautiful poem. Brushing hair and applying make up. A loving memory of childhood.

  • Kevin Hulme

    One of the last moments I saw my Mother was when she was laid with an Oxygen Mask on her mouth and she Stuck her Tongue out at me. Typical of her Humour. Even now I donโ€™t know if to laugh or cry.
    I lovely Poem. Thank you.

  • Thomas W Case

    Superb use of language and imagery.



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