The subtle way you held your mouth while reading
The delicate manner in which touching touching the paper
The deliberate effort placed into each word you made while still making each sound as sweet as a peach
How did you do that?
Never raising your voice in anger
Always a smile upon your lips
Sweet words to heal even to worst of days for me.
You place down your book and go into the kitchen to finish dinner.
There you are baking and kneading dough with your bare soft hands
Watching the rhythmic way you pat and roll, pat and roll
Pat and roll the tray of cornbread
The buttermilk smells so heavenly and looks enticing on your sweet little fingers as you squeeze it off as if they were utters
I giggle inwardly at the thought
You wash your pillow soft hands and put on lotion in such a dainty way
I watch the way the luster comes back and the gingerbread spice of your skin sparkles
How I miss my Gingerbread!
**For my reader- It’s been 5 years but there is hardly a week that goes by that I do not think about my great grandmother! She was truly a loving woman that was the apple of my eye. I loved her very dearly and she was one of the sweetest women I know. Her nick name was Gingerbread both a play on her name being Virginia and likely her skin color. She loved to read and she loved to cook and be with her family. She also loved the Lord. She would have been 92 yesterday and I honestly was can say I am still learning from this woman even after she is gone! Thanks Grandma!