Melinda, Brown Braids
written by: Emalisa Rose
You cut off her braids
thinking they’d grow again.
She has brown button eyes
a nose out of foam
a smile made from yarn
and a hand crocheted
dress from your grandma.
It sits on that white
wicker rocking chair
where I’d sing you to slumber.
And I keep to remind
of where we were then
and where we are now.
When not writing poetry Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting and birding. She volunteers in animal rescue tending to cat adoptions and cat colonies. She works as a lunch lady in a public school in NYC. Her work has appeared in Spillwords, MadSwirl, Amethyst Review and other fine places. Her latest work, "Ten random wrens," can be found on the website of Maverick Duck Press.
Latest posts by Emalisa Rose (see all)
- Melinda, Brown Braids - May 10, 2026
- Our First Snowman - January 7, 2026
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