You even reminded me of HIM.
I remember when I was younger,
How you would firmly grasp that wooden spoon in your right hand,
Holding the bowl steady with your left.That’s how I imagine GOD looked when he made the world.
With absolutely no haste,
Just love, joy and precision
As my cousins and I- your little angels
Into one bowl
Stir with one stick
But then again, I tried that and I’m sure my cousins did too.
We’re still not close to you.To our friends we are the bakers of our time.
But we know what you did was timeless.
When you did it.
The truth broke free with each egg,
Fears melted away like the butter,
Life was sweeter than the sugar
And the ‘tip’ of rum made living worthwhile.
And I guess I would do anything
To see you, God’s angel- holding that wooden spoon again
RIP Esmine Birdie Lindo
~ Vanessa Chambers ~