It caught me by surprise, happened in quiet, early morning light while pouring oatmeal into my bowl. Sudden fountain of emotion left me breathless and teary-eyed, moved me in my thread-worn bedtime slippers. There you were, beautiful in satin pink robe, young again, as you set steaming bowls of oatmeal in front of us as kids. A crumble of brown sugar, a pat of butter, placed with such love by delicate hands whose veins seemed to poke through skin stretched thin. We competed to see whose butter lasted the longest, then stirred the swirls of sugar and butter carefully, like a painter delicately mixing colors. Your love came through solid and real, more palpable than 3 feet concrete walls; the rest of the universe melted in watery waves of rising steam. Cindy Temps |
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