Detangler

She must like the closeness more than she fears the pain.

Asks me to brush her hair, then perches on my lap.

Wincing and writhing, no matter how gentle I am,

she's jerking whimpering stomping clutching her head,

but letting me work the tangles out, submitting

to my assistance. I know how much that galls her;

a price almost too dear for my strong girl to pay.

Soon the balance will tip and she'll take on her own tangles,

and push me away, and that will be that.

I won't be invited to help with her snarls, her rat's nests,

and she'll live with things on her head that she can't smooth over

or pick through. I am confident she'll figure them out without suffering.

She's too efficient to carry those dreadful burdens far.

Every day I practice being softer, undetectable,

and hope she'll ask again tomorrow.

© Laura Seale, 2012

"Tangles" ~ photo by Tony Russell  

To a Young Girl (Inspired by Maureen)

I remember you…

The first time you learned to skate.

And when you skied your first slope,

I remember your determination.

Then when spring came

You raced home from school

To do your homework in a tree.

I see you on the highest branch.

In dresses, jeans and silver heels,

You become a mixed collage,

And when summer flowers return,

I remember each variety as I

    remember you.

© Shelly Sitzer, 2011

Photo of Shell's painting of her daughter Maureen