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
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.