Dearest Goody,
I have never been the same since you
came into my life 40 years ago. I remember as though it was yesterday when I caressed
your wrap and wondered if I would like you. The way wriggled made me anxious to
free you from bondage. I ripped at layers covering you. The moment I saw you I
was captured by your colorful beauty and enchanted with all the
possibilities of our love. It seemed that our relationship would be full of new
discoveries and exploration.
I heard you whisper, “Hold me.”
I
held you tight and you ran your fingers through my hair. You came at a crucial
time and helped me smooth out the tangles and knots that brought frustration. I
knew then no one could bring comfort to me like you did. You were the only one
that could remove the ugliness I felt. You helped me gain confidence. I cherished
holding you first thing in the morning and just before going to bed. I still
love having you near me. Thank you for staying by my side.
You
are the only one that knows my deep dark secrets. You listen without interrupting
or making coldhearted remarks when I shared my pain with you. All my friends
envy our unfailing relationship. They remark favorably on how you never
complain when I ask you to remove the dirt and grime in my life. You make me
feel like a new person every day.
You
are irreplaceable, like oxygen is to vegetation and water is to my garden. I will
continue to take care of you by washing and removing the knots out of your
bristles. I will never let anyone take you from me. Your name “Goody” describes
you perfectly. You are priceless with your bright pink sunset color and well-built
shape. The strength in your back bone has sealed my determination that our
relationship will never be weak.
I’m
blessed you’re not flimsy like other brushes. You are perfect for me and the
greatest birthday present I could ever have. I’m tickled Mother picked you to
be part a part of my life and that she saw your potential in helping me manage
my hair. Please always remember, I will love you for as long as I have hair.
Love you
forever,
Pamela
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