Grace

Roots of memory run deep, 

intertwined with others

but 

    the oven releases the scent of fresh bread; 

    

    the pianoforte of melody 

opens my heart; 

    silken newborn skin 

releases my smile   

    magnificent azure skies and 'air'brushed clouds

swell my soul

    delicious, warm pancakes, bacon and eggs ~ 

always on Sunday

and

I am back in my childhood of the past

while my age graces me in the present

and I move forward to live a good life.

“Life is all memory, except for the one present moment 

that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going.”

~ Tennessee Williams