The Sound of Love

I joined a writing group that I already love. From here on, I want to share the exercises I write from the group with you. I hope you enjoy them.

I’m dreaming of starving. One sniff and I know bacon and pancakes are waiting for me. I also know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I will be greeted in the warmest fashion possible in a matter of seconds. My mama’s voice is ringing in my ears. Her song is so beautiful but so unappreciated this early in the morning. Water is running in the bathroom. She must have visited my brothers first this morning.

Soon, the TV is blaring as Bobby Jones is singing with his choir. KALO 1250 is blaring from the back room where my mama was ironing our church clothes. Plates are slamming on the table as my oldest sister rushes to set the table for a quick breakfast.

Washing faces and brushing teeth.

Slips, stockings, camisoles and skirts.

Grandma is already ready. She sings along with Rance Allen on the radio as she waits. She’s just perfection.

The sound of love in my world sounded different but my love was from way back, caring and constant. These are my memories of the sounds of my love.