Monday, October 10, 2011

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


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.

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