Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Whither

She took pride in her bones. 
I asked if she liked her white hair. 
She told me with a soft breath.
Her father had it.
Her mother had it. 
She said some day I would have it. 
White hair means there is hope
With her it's apparent. 
Wither away with dignity
I take pride in my bones. 

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