4 a.m. Legacy
August 2, 2010 
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(Originally published on February 27, 2007)
I woke up when it was still dark
Lights from the kitchen
trickled into the hallway
and the voices drifting from the nook
vanished the moment they reached my ear
Lights from the kitchen
trickled into the hallway
and the voices drifting from the nook
vanished the moment they reached my ear
I pushed back the warmth of faded quilts
the pieces sewn together by stories
and hands much older than I
the pieces sewn together by stories
and hands much older than I
Cold air swirled around my legs
while I shivered at the kitchen door
heels on sculpted olive carpet
toes on aged linoleum
and watched Gramma at the breakfast nook
while I shivered at the kitchen door
heels on sculpted olive carpet
toes on aged linoleum
and watched Gramma at the breakfast nook
An old silver and black radio
delivered a message wrapped in hope
and sang about a promise
delivered a message wrapped in hope
and sang about a promise
A ragged Bible lay open
At Gramma’s sacred vinyl pew
Her elbow was planted in the table top
and I knew the hand stretched across her brow
was shading her eyes from the glory.
At Gramma’s sacred vinyl pew
Her elbow was planted in the table top
and I knew the hand stretched across her brow
was shading her eyes from the glory.
