fading
One could say,
you should be a great story teller.
Your silver head
is like my granny’s head.
She always sat at my bed
ready to drag me in to a new story.
Her silver hair tickled my nose
when she kissed me
wishing me: “Good night and sweet dreams”.
Your silver head
is like my granny’s head.
Your hair is slowly fading,
but my memories will never fade away.
