My Grandmother’s Hair - Rebecca Evert

[Larry Robinson]

My Grandmother’s Hair

I wash and comb her hair
Sweep up long gray strands,
an old world bun 
reminiscent of a former life
She leaves her family, 
her home
her country
her language
A wife, she births five children
A widow, she raises them through a depression and a war
She never returns 
Never sees the family she left behind
She sits quietly on a kitchen stool 
Head downcast, hands folded
I wash and comb her hair
Long gray strands
Fall silently at my feet 
Like the sorrows of her life 
A life of leaving and loss
A life of living and loving
Now I weave this legacy into my life
As long gray strands of hair
Fall silently at my feet

	- Rebecca Evert
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