Momma handed me a juice bottle of clearest gray.
I remember the distant thought of a yesteryear far away.
On a red sofa I sucked my orange juice where I had been laid.
Her yellow hands of love were nearby that day.
She showed me how to lean on her when my baby feet weren’t strong.
Momma let me know about the big bright hot stove that on it my fingers
don’t belong. Mom showed me how to tie my blue tennis shoes and how to use the yellow
phone. She showed me love through the many colors of pink, yellow, and red chalk
hopscotch lines, tan band-aids, brown fuzzy teddy bears, peanut butter and
grape jelly sandwiches, balls, good smelling baby dolls, crayons bright
plain, books, and red handled jump ropes in my little
years, and she made a house a home.
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Jessica Granados
Jessica is an artist of several gifts. She makes art and culture an ongoing part of her lovely days. She enjoys expressing herself through writing tales and composing pieces. She’ll write about the things that mesmerizes us, for sure.
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