By Sara Ray
I lost my daughter, she looked at me and said: “Oh look, your going grey!”
Two more children much to my great joy… Though fear of losing them was constant and medications in great supply.
My red locks continued to fade as grey emerged within their place.
My school aged children look at me and say: “Mom, your grey is showing, you should cover it up.”
Now it’s been so many years from that first streak of grey, my children are all grown with little
ones of their own.
I look back through all those memories of joy and tears…
In the mirror now I see a woman not quite 50.
Silver streaks of wisdom my daughter now says to me… but always mother you will be.