Strange Things Happen At Work
I pinned the bobby pins in my hair
turning to inspect the effect
and suddenly my grandmother was standing there
behind me in the mirror
she wore her old timey apron (bib)
held her big stew spoon
and a slight frown,
like she wanted to direct me but couldn't find the words
so unlike her
Grandmother's hair was dark but I never touched it
I don't know how it felt
always the bobby pins crossed just right
near her temple
the pins wont hold in my hair
its long and fine
when I get to my desk they are falling out
but I got to see grandma in the mirror
strange things happen at work
Copyright © Ellen Browne | Year Posted 2015
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