Remembering has always been easier for me than trying to forget something that l am ashamed of.I love to remember all those lavish southern meals you laid out for everyone across the years.The holidays were your forte with crystal serving dishes, and crystal water,whine, and whiskey glasses.Demitasse cups of porcelain for Italian coffee on occasion. ;and tiny glass spoons to distribute salt upon your food.My God you truly were the last of the southern bells.The first and last in my life anyway.You the five foot ,four inch package of dynamite holding your own on horseback or face to face confrontation with anyone who dared to cross your path. Then late at night for me alone you where the passion of my dreams. I want to be leave your waiting for me some where in time so I can show you how much weight I've lost cooking for myself.God I love you so much and l wish to God I could forget the half a dozen times I made you cry.I know you've forgiven me ,but I'll never forgive myself.
Copyright © Michael Ainsley | Year Posted 2016