Son, I remember smiling faces who
gathered around the television’s glow. "Are
you comfortable?" I asked each one.
"Yes, Mamaw," they sang out to
me like precious songbirds, my family.
Son, I remember faces who
gathered around the television. "Are
you comfortable?" I asked each.
"Yes, Mamaw," they sang to
me like songbirds, my family.
Son, I remember who
gathered around television. "Are
you comfortable?" I asked.
"Yes, Mamaw," sang to
me like, my family.
Son, remember who
gathered around. "Are
you?" I asked.
"Yes, Mamaw," to
me, my family.
Son, who
gathered. "Are
you?" Asked.
"Yes," to
me, family.
Who
"Are
you"
to
me.
For my Great-Grandmother
