Flowers in Her Hair


She grew wandering with her tribe

Her way of life she would describe

To me when I was young

On every word I clung

She shared a picture taken then

Of meadows and a lush green glen

” Look closely child, that’s me right there”

” Oh look, I’ve flowers in my hair”

Her smile grew bright as she showed me

A snap-shot of what used to be

My Great Grandma so long ago

Once blossomed wreathed in nature’s glow


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