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Braids & Birds

Poetry by Emalisa Rose

Emalisa Rose
BONDING BY BRAIDS

Braiding your hair,
thinking back to those
days when my mom
braided mine, as she spoke
of her mom, braiding hers.

You had your first child
last week. I hope that my
fingers, somewhat arthritic,
can revive and make braids
for my grandson.

BIRDFUL OF BRANCHES 

A mural of cards, gifts
and photos, paper the
walls, in the room where
she respites, for the past
several months.

Once barren trees, now bloom
back with berries, as she’s
looking ahead, to the days
life had promised her.

Leaves on, or leaves off, five
sparrows sing to the sycamore,
as rain plays redemption, where
Jane once lived life, by the window.

WHAT SHE WENT BACK FOR 

Knowing the storm was forth
coming, seeking the lowlands
Jane does a run back to collect
those few things she holds dear -

her best reading glasses, her
pouty pink lipstick, the poems
she’d be working on

and the half pack of Parliaments
she’d been hiding, knowing this
won’t be the time, to divest of
bad habits.

When not writing poetry, Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting and birding. She volunteers in animal rescue.  Her latest collection is On the whims of the crosscurrents, published by Red Wolf Editions..

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