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Poetry

02/15/2017

(Marilyn Paul photo)

 

Brush of Love

Softly, softly,
in long strokes from crown to back
her brush caresses my auburn hair.
Holding me close to her heart
my mother tenderly brushes and brushes.
I snuggle close
letting her love pour through the brush
like a shower of warmth
that completely envelopes me.

Years come, years go,
I brush and brush my granddaughter’s hair,
watching the tangled strands
flow into shining tresses
remembering my mother
and her gentle brush of love.

By Marilyn Paul