Today
when I sat in the chair at the salon
to get my hair cut,
my mother sat in the chair with me
and looked at me in the mirror
And I smiled at her.
And as I sat in the pedicure chair
with water swirling around my feet,
she was not there
but her toes were
even though she could never bear
anyone touching her feet.
And I told the pedicurist
how all her grandchildren
have her toes-
Rose toes.
And I smiled.
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Love it, my dear friend.
I have my grandmothers fingers,
I remember them as they played the piano for me as a child, or watched them with their oil pastels.
Love,
Christina and family.
We love and miss you.
Oh thank you, sweet friend! And we miss you all too. Bob saw Andy while he was here – sorry I missed him. Will call soon to catch up – love you
Love this! My sister and I both have my grandmother’s toes. We call them Lehmann toes in my family. ❤
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I have been thinking of her so much the past few days. And really weird to look in the mirror and see her face looking back – my hair has turned as white as hers now!