Hair Weaving (Prompt 22)

Grandmother used to braid feathers into my hair
Her dark skin and eyes contrasted
My blonde and green

When friends began to pass away
I braided feathers into my hair
And did not remove them
Until they fell out on their own

There were feathers when I lost my grandfather
Then my great grandfather and at least 7 friends
I lost count of how many have been worn
Spirit wings of mourning meant to carry love onwards

One thought on “Hair Weaving (Prompt 22)

  1. Hair weaving is such a precious glimpse into your life that is surely blessed and challenged by mixed cultures. Thank you for teaching me and all readers the beautiful significance of braiding feathers into hair.

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