Tatul Sonentz Papazian - GRANDMA'S TRESSES

 To my Vartik Mama

I simply loved

Whenever I could

Burying my tiny face

In the endless cascade

Of your long night-black

Hair of a grieving widow

Which scissors never ever

Touched since your love’s

Last firm embrace before

Demise – in the guise

Of a vile grey wolf –

Tore you apart

Forever

I recall

At nightfall

My head cradled

In the crotch of your

Nightgown smelling of

Jasmine and sun-dried linen

You moaned as you brushed

Your undone hair with care

A stroke for each strand

Flowing like boughs

Of a young willow

Swaying gently

Over a brook

Of tears

Tatul Sonentz

March, 2014