Wednesday, February 6, 2008

28/365 - Bernice

Bernice was everyone's mother. Her voice full of breath soothed and caressed, her hands always helping or fixing things. Wherever she was I pictured her childhood farm surrounding her: the smell of freshly turned soil and bread, starched laundry and dish soap.

1 comment:

Karin said...

Vivid and comforting.