"I must write it all out, at any cost. Writing is thinking. It is more than living, for it is being conscious of living."
Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
reclining on the green swing
listening to my grandma
sitting in her rocking chair
hands always moving, working,
peeling apples, stringing beans, telling tales
eloping with my grandpa
leaving her brother Thomas and her mama to milk the cows
feeling guilty still after all these years
always talking about her baby boy, my daddy,
making mischief with green persimmons and firecrackers.