In whispers of the past, a comb of grace,
Grandmother's touch still lingers in its embrace.
A relic of time, weathered and worn,
An ode to simple joys, quietly born.
Each stroke, is a tale of love's tender art,
A legacy woven in each strand that parts.
Through years it danced, through laughter and tears,
A treasure of memories, cherished throughout the years.
In antique elegance, it proudly gleams, with gold and silver etched flowers.
A symbol of heritage more than it seems. We
Celebrate the ordinary, whispers the comb,
In life's tender tapestry, it finds its home.
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Betty Livell
University of the Rockies, Master's Degree in Psychology
I love to read and perhaps writing
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