Renita Boyle ~ Day 28 NaPoWriMo 2014 Posted in moments

As a child I saw an old woman

beading a dress for a blonde white Barbie.

 

She had a beautiful mane of long gray hair,

skin the colour of buckskin;

softly creased like a crumpled handkerchief.

Her cheeks were plump like apples,

her eyes were warm like my Grandmother’s.

 

She wore a buckskin dress like the one she now stitched

with skillful, weathered hands

and moccasins.

 

I was an aspiring Barbie

but felt a kinship here, 

a deeper connection,

an ancestory that can’t be explained.

 

I don’t think she spoke~

just carried on quietly welcoming us to watch.

 

She gave me the dress for my Barbie.

But later that day, I bought another doll.

She was beautiful,

with a feather in her hair.

 

Renita Boyle

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