The night before Easter, beneath sunset’s glow, Soft humming fills the house below. No sizzle, snap of the pressing comb— Just gentle love in hands well-known. A mother sits, her lap a throne, Her children antsy, yet not alone. With PATTERN products lined in a row, She parts and oils each tender fro. She braids with care, she twists with pride, Letting coils and curls abide. No heat, no fight, just patient grace, Each strand a story, each twist in place. She beads the ends with colors bright, And ties on bows, pink, blue, and white. “Tomorrow, child,” she softly hums, “You shine as bright as the morning comes.” Their hair, a crown that she creates— A parent’s love that celebrates. In every plait, a sacred thread, A legacy, not burned but fed. #patternbeauty #honoryourpattern