(This poem should be under the catagory of "Honor")


What is gold worth to you?
Considering it's not hard to find
and it's by far in few.

You probably won't believ me when I say,
I have more gold then the earth itself.
And it sparkles more the a sun setting bay.

Though it doesn't actually belong to me,
it's a blessing from God to my mother.
It's just something yourself would have to see.

I can see why your puzzled and don't understand,
it's my mother's hair that I speak of,
individually made by God's own hand.

Allow me to further explain;
being a light shade of brown,
it holds a special tint and shimmers with fame.

When the sun shines and it blows,
it looks as if long strings of gold flow.

In the Bible I have found,
"A woman's hair is her honor."
So upon my mother's head is a golden crown.



written in 1997
 
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