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.
All photos by Weheartit.com and Bing Images
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Beautiful braids indeed - particularly a certain little girl at the end!
ReplyDeleteJeanne x
What a beautiful post...I love how you lost them..and found them again in your daughter! What a heart-warming post! I still wear braids..i guess that means I never grew up..ha ha...but i also love taking them and out.. my hair free and flowing..romantic ripples and curls.....nothing beats that powerful freedom!
ReplyDeleteKiki~
This is indeed a beautiful post. It brought back so many memories to me, of my childhood braids and those on my own (now grown) daughters too. How many precious hours did i spend plaiting their hair and i never for a moment thought that i would be sat here in the future wishing i could do it again, just once. thank you for the memories
ReplyDeleteJeanne, thank you. xx
ReplyDeleteKiki, I don't know why but I'm not surprised to hear you still wear them. I think it's great! xx
Ruthie, you are right, those were precious hours and we are very lucky indeed to have enjoyed them xx