At 41 years of age I lost my momma. She was 84. She was my very best friend and I was hers. Fast forward five years and daddy would join her. What could seem like a really dim circumstance it brought me great comfort knowing they were together for all eternity. Once daddy passed away …
White wicker creaks on the old back porch Saccades sing in the hot Summers scorch Laundry dries quickly on the line Smell of fried chicken was mighty fine Southern drawls and iced sweet tea Aunts, Grand-momma and our family Afternoon showers, yes ma'am and please Precious n' sweet Carolina memories Magnolia trees fragrantly bloom Four …
