Pony-tailed, Never Braided 


The memory of you still hasn’t faded.
Though feminine you wouldn’t wear the stamp,

With hair pony-tailed and never braided.
Curiosity kept you un-jaded;

Serious, but playful, you weren’t a scamp.
The memory of you still hasn’t faded.
Other girls wore clothes finely brocaded;

You ignored the persuasion to revamp

With hair pony-tailed and never braided.
You weren’t one to stay where it was shaded

And though fair-skinned the sunlight was your lamp;

The memory of you there hasn’t faded.
Soon you’ll kiss the boy who’s still undated.

Last Saturday we dropped you off at camp,

Your hair was pony-tailed, still unbraided.
Though your grace was always understated

And you could dress up finer than a champ

The memory of you still will go unfaded:

Your hair was pony-tailed, never braided

#fromMyMothersSide.

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