Umber (19.5 – Vera’s Story)
March 18, 2012 § 5 Comments
In the midst of her chores as a farmer’s wife, mama had always found time to tuck me in bed. We would recite prayers, secret and beautiful, that were different from the fire-and-brimstone sermons we heard on Sundays. She would tell me stories of angels and saints, great cathedrals and miraculous lemon trees. Now I frantically reviewed those tales–a shower of rose petals, a sun that danced, men who traveled on the wind– trying desperately not to forget her words or the sound of her voice.