Southern Legacy

I remember momma




When the days are gray



and cold



when the late December skies



spit their South Alabama mixture



of ice and snow



kinda like grits



and I’m not sure what it is



about



these days



that brings this melancholy



except the fact, that despite



the cold and the hardship,



the love and the memories of



soothing hands, always manages



to keep me warm.



and she knew this , that although



her children are facing their own



Winters, a mother’s love



always wraps her babies in a warm



Quilt for wintertime.



this is a mother’s legacy



warm memories for Alabama



days when the skies spit their mixture of



Ice and snow



Kinda like grits.