One Gray Hair
Her wrinkles were joy-flecked twinkled
with facial lines brightly smile crunched.
Her eye shade vague, but love sprinkled
from decades of holding faith bunched.
She prayed steady,
her praise ready.
Her giggle rendered me tickled.
Her heart-ways raised me cherish-touched.
Loving my Gram much, tears trickled
the morning I found her death clutched.
Not one gray hair
lacked my despair.
March 10, 2018
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2018