my mother’s face

 

her warm, dark eyes

watched perceptively,

beneath arched brow.

 

framed by her thick

brunette mane, cut short

as was her retirement.

 

she wore brimmed hats

for shade so her hair color

wouldn’t fade red in sun.

 

her coiffure was her crown,

until news of lung cancer

and chemo styled dread.

 

she fell ill with infection

that took her too quickly,

before chemo could begin.

 

at least, she was spared

losing her beautiful hair;

i wish i had one lock of it.