Long hair and braids...
Memories of innocence,
of long gone carefree days
Memories of yesteryear when I was a princess...
and my crown were the flowers in the garden.
Days when life was a bridge I longed to cross
and the wind, jealous of my joy, would untie those silk ribbons
and my hair escaped their braided prison making me feel adventurous and free.
I did cross that bridge and in the haste my braids were lost,
but I found them again when my daughter was born.
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