poetry- braids (5/4/21)

Hello! It’s been a minute! Just popping back in to share a poem that I wrote last year when I was living at home and recently rediscovered. I can tell it’s about time to start writing again because I’ve been feeling really restless. Anyway, enjoy!

braids (5/4/21)

when I was a kid I used to love it when my mother would braid my hair

I enjoyed the closeness we shared for those few minutes 

taking the time to braid my hair was one of the many ways she showed her love for me 

but I didn’t really see it that way 

I just wanted my hair to look pretty

when I got older I wanted to do it myself 

I didn’t need her help

didn’t want her help

complained that how she’d done it was always wrong 

eye rolls and sighs and sharp remarks that all the girls at school wear their hair in fishtail braids mom what do you mean you don’t know how to do fishtail braids just let me do it 

I cringe when I think of it now 

and now I’m home again 

and grown 

and as I was baking brownies 

she came up behind me and braided my hair to keep it out of my way 

to anticipate my needs without needing to ask 

such absentminded intimacy between mother and daughter 

I have rarely ever felt so seen 

and so loved

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