yesterday a package came in the mail.
a little brown envelope that i have been waiting for my whole life.
inside, a small black book with crumbling covers, and within its pages
an envelope containing a lock of hair from my grandmother who died 3 years before i was born.
the world stopped spinning as i held my breath and carefully, carefully opened the notepaper containing the treasure
time stood still
i touched the golden strands
amazed at how silky they are,
fine and shiny and oh so few
a piece of me
come down through the years from a loved one i've never met
but who knew me and loved me before i was even conceived
my grandmother's hair