12.31.08 | Gifts
Posted in General at 4:45 pm
Cupped in my hands are three things: my grandmother's soul, my family's cats cradle, and my memories.
When I open my hands, the cats cradle falls to the ground in a tangle. The memories jewel and streak my cheeks. And grandmother's soul flies away on the December wind, indistinguishable from the dust of a county road.
Blessings to all of you in the New Year.
Catherine
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