at the salon

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.

4 thoughts on “at the salon

  1. 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.

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