My Daughter and I
- Elvira Taku
- Oct 9, 2018
- 1 min read
Rough hair,
That was rooted in her,
Self hatred.
Twisted and tangled in knots,
As my comb,
Tugged against and teared through
Clumps of hair.
Her face scowling.
Diligently and purposefully,
I separated the kinky mass,
Into sections.
Masterfully weaving,
1st cross,
2nd cross,
3rd cross,
Repeat.
The ache
In my back,
Mirroring
The ache
On her scalp.
My cool breath
Soothing her,
Her bright smile,
Soothing me.
1st cross,
2nd cross,
3rd cross,
Repeat.
My hands maniacally and mechanically,
Moving down strand,
After strand.
She stirred.
Fidgeting
With her hand.
A tear,
Streaming down her face,
Seeping through my lips.
1st cross,
2nd cross,
3rd cross.
Repeat.
My fingertips
Brushing
Against her
Tear stained cheek.
“4 left”
I groaned.
Her hand
Reaching up
To touch the remainder.
A smile.
Creeping across her face.
Relief,
Sweet relief,
For us both.
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