Slice of Life 11:
A thin band of gold wraps around my pinkie finger, marked with a Cursive “B”
Set to remind me of a modest, hardworking woman
Whom bore four children, worked three jobs,
Known to all as, “Ma”
A big woman, tall and stout, short dark hair, her bangs humbly gathered over to one side
Fingernails cut to the rind, coarse hands
Her pale skin, absent from even the slightest hint of makeup
The heroine unsung;
She wore her wedding ring for over a decade after he left her,
Wrapped around her finger when she was laid to rest at 54,
He never even came.
The thin band of gold wrapped around my finger
Reminds me of a big woman, who held me in her arms when I was a baby,
Whispered words of love,
Taught me through example the meaning of
She died when I was one year.
I don’t recall her voice, her smell, her habits
I don’t know what her house felt like, her food tasted like, or how she liked her coffee.
Her smile; humble, honest, bright
frozen in faded photographs
Through her actions, her sacrifices, her faith
She has guided me; a beacon of light, a pillar of strength
In my bed I have cried tears and she has comforted me;
At her gravestone, On the grass I have sat, sipping coffee, divulging my secrets
Wrapped around my finger a thin band of gold
Set to remind me of a woman with remarkable strength.
Whispering echoes to Live, to Love, to Laugh