With cowl wrapped head, she arrived at
birth,
Bequeathed with wisdom & welcomed to
earth,
With font-blessed droplets, her name bestowed,
On tiny head, bonnets with love, stitched
& sewed.
Upon childhood ringlets, plumes &
dress-up crowns,
Daisy-chained coronets, chased away teenage
frowns,
Her dancing prom, in tiara of crystals, clipped
in place,
On arm of her father, upon head, in wedding
veil of lace.
Years passed, with her head in scarves &
hats adorned,
Clasps, ribbons, bows, feathers & all but
Satan horned,
In illness, turbans, titfers & hats, in
all forms & shapes,
For every occasion, bad hair days & getting
out of scrapes.
Day arrived, when her head turned, to snowy-silver-white,
Back bent & mantled in widow´s weeds, black
& very tight,
She knew that her time had come & that she´d
have to go,
In the mirror of time, above her head, she saw
golden halo.
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