Silver Threads from a Golden Eagle
Sitting on the front porch combing her long silver hair,
Is a memory of Granny I would like to share.
Many, many times I watched her as she gently combed,
The long silver hairs of her head.
I quietly watched without a word said.
Few loosed hairs would fall to the porch floor,
Carried off by the wind to return no more.
Times past and Granny still combed.
Many hairs now fell and thinness shown.
Years of time had weathered her long brittle hair,
And the side effects of kemo was all to unfair.
There came a time when Granny could no longer be seen,
Cancer had took her so wicked and mean.
It came and broke her and took her away,
It was a dreadfully sad, sad day.
Not long after Granny had passed,
A tiny little nest was found at last.
Hanging in a flower basket just above her chair,
A tiny little bird had found Granny’s long lost hair.
She molded the perfect soft warm bed,
Using the most precious long silver thread.
The little bird left us a true gift from above,
A symbol of Granny’s strength, wisdom and love.
A gift so rare it couldn’t be bought with silver nor gold,
A gift so precious it could never be sold.
Granny left behind so much more than her long silver hair,
She left us with a lifetime of memories to share.
Memories filled with love that is all too rare.
I often wonder if the little bird knew, that her bed was bound with
Silver threads from a Golden Eagle!
In Loving Memory of Granny: Maggie Gullett
Until next time, God Bless.