04.08.07
there is a monkey on my card now
I am missing my mother�s warm hot cross buns that are too sweet and sticky but I eat them anyway because it is tradition. They remind me faintly of the rum filled cakes that will come 8 months later, darker and without frosting except in grocery stores.
I will be missing too the Sundays I spent on the lawn with my dress scratching my legs even from over my stockings, sweating in the sunlight with a bow on my head and a heavy Bible in my hands.
shi-ou-sama at
