- Nov 2, 2009
- 8,801
- 5,870
- Occupation
- independent thoughtist thinker, context linker
"I looked at Grandma's old hands.. her old face, old eyes and I watched as she
took her old old love and applied it to every place in me that hurt.. and in her
magical mystical way, she filled every reservoir.. quelled every conflict and
calmed every part of me that had been confused and restless.. and she did it
all without a single question or confession.. Her love existed beyond such
details. I sat in her kitchen and picked green beans and listened to her
stories about Alabama and the people she liked and despised.. and the man
that she loved, my Grandfather. "He walked like he was going somewhere, "she said,
"like he was somebody.. even though none of us was nobody, while we was down there,"
she went on, "and we was really nothing.. just less than nothing..
them white folks woulda kept the very Sun from shining on us if
they could've.. didn't want black people to have nothing, not even a smile or
a breeze."
She finished her sentence then clicked the "submit reply" button to post the half-written
journal entry to her Blog. She wanted to be on the road before 7, it was time
to stop running, it was time to do what she knew she had to...
took her old old love and applied it to every place in me that hurt.. and in her
magical mystical way, she filled every reservoir.. quelled every conflict and
calmed every part of me that had been confused and restless.. and she did it
all without a single question or confession.. Her love existed beyond such
details. I sat in her kitchen and picked green beans and listened to her
stories about Alabama and the people she liked and despised.. and the man
that she loved, my Grandfather. "He walked like he was going somewhere, "she said,
"like he was somebody.. even though none of us was nobody, while we was down there,"
she went on, "and we was really nothing.. just less than nothing..
them white folks woulda kept the very Sun from shining on us if
they could've.. didn't want black people to have nothing, not even a smile or
a breeze."
She finished her sentence then clicked the "submit reply" button to post the half-written
journal entry to her Blog. She wanted to be on the road before 7, it was time
to stop running, it was time to do what she knew she had to...