With A Ribbon In My Hair
Many years ago now,
When I was a little girl;
My Mother carefully washed,
And in my hair put a finger curl.
She tied this with a matching ribbon,
For everyone to see;
Just how much she loved,
And always cared for me.
A little flowered necklace,
She placed around my neck;
And when I see this special picture,
Back to my childhood, I lovingly reflect.
With a ribbon in my hair,
Off to someplace special we would go;
And wear the dress that she had cut,
From a pattern and joyfully sewed.
Special things of my dear Mother,
Will make my heart to smile;
I wish I had just one more day,
To go sit with her awhile.
Such a beautiful memory,
From my childhood I shall always keep;
While in the arms of God,
She now peacefully sleeps.
Now, I have a granddaughter,
Who wears a ribbon in her hair;
To match the colors of her dress,
That her Mother always places there.
Written by Shirley Jean Pickens