Saturday, June 24, 2006

Grandmama




If she kisses me on both cheeks before her dry lips brush my hair.

If she takes my hand and pulls me to her table and places a cup before me.

If the aroma of chicory mixes with the smell of collards and snuff.

If there’s an open Bible on her lap and a cat under her chair.

If her eyes try to smile while her hands fiddle with her apron.

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