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."