Monday, June 14, 2010

Locks of Gold

Family movie night left her in tears;
the story was sad and she was in need of comfort.
"Mommy, I always miss you the most
after we watch sad movies," she cried.

So we sat on my bed and I brushed her hair,
that long, golden, satiny hair.

Over and over again, the brush came down
gently through her locks of gold.

She calmed down and asked for a story.
"Tell me the story of the Eucharistic Miracle,"
she begged. And then, "Tell me about your favorite saint."
So, I shared the story of my favorite new 'almost saint,' Elisabeth Leseur.

When she asked to brush my curls
I gladly changed positions with her
and enjoyed the gentle motions of
the brush moving through my hair.
She laughed now, when she noticed that with each stroke
of the brush, my curls bounced back into place.

Now it was her turn to tell a story.
"Mom," she said, "I am going to tell you the story of my favorite saint."

And she told the story from the morning's Gospel, about
It was a story about great love, like that shared between
a mother and her daughter while brushing
locks of gold.


  1. Anne
    This is beautiful! Thank you for sharing such a lovely post. God bless you.

  2. What a beautiful moment of mother and daughter sharing the beautiful stories of our women of great faith.

  3. It's so nice. It refresh my recollections.