Gift Of Silence

The gift of silence, easing my recent pain, brought back
memories of my childhood. When life was simple and butter
beans were the staple. Cornbread was fried in a cast iron
skillet. Grandma was my best friend, as she snapped green
beans. Grandpa read the "good book" and played the fiddle
as I chased the rainbow. "Soup bones were free and Tom
McCann shoes were five dollars a pair."

Each day I watched as the sun came alive. Life was simple
and my papa had all the answers. My rainbow was watching
and counting smiles from my family when we got together.
I never wanted to leave the mountain. The first time I
was whupped and left I realized, life was what you made
it, and the power of God. "June bugs come in May and Jesus
still loves me."