Each time you love, love as deeply as if it were forever- Audre Lorde
Black women taught me how to breath again with ease and grace. I don't know how you like your grits and eggs, but my mama-mama unsurprisingly made her grits and eggs perfect. The grits were never too buttery and the eggs were always fluffy. I
don't drink coffee but the smell of roasted beans with bacon would wake me up faster than any alarm clock. My grandma got her orange juice and lemonade delivered by two Black brothers, and it tasted like heaven in your glass. I'm pretty sure because it was fresh pressed, chilled and delivered with a genuine smile.
Breakfast was the best meal of the day because a home cooked meal with a prayer is the only way to start your day. Lunch was the second best because of my mama Kool-aid. Denice made it sweet and fruity like raspberry lemonade. She use to make grill cheese sandwiches with the crust just right, and the cheese would melt in your mouth like ice cream. Ice-cream
is "aight" but nothing compared to mama's Red Kool-Aid in that clear pitcher. I knew I could never just drink one cup because she made sugar water taste like wine. The Black women in my bloodline was healing before time.
When dinner came around, grandma had chicken and dumplings with collard greens. If one meal could save the planet it would be that plate of love and labor. My uncle would close his eyes and bless the food and we would wait impatiently to say Amen.
Amen.
For Eon's the African descent woman has kept our skies from falling- Dr. Azibo
Similar to the sugar Denice put in the water and butter in Mary Harris grits, gratitude accentuates everything intended for you. My mother and grandmother lived by that. Soul food is more than parcels of bread to me, its about the intentions. I never tasted Kool-aid like my Mothers. Blessed are the mothers who rise to serve. My wish is that every good mother is recognized and praised . Asante!
Happy Mothers Day! {May 10, 2020}
