A brief literary work about kinship
"Just shut it, okay?"
Startled by the outburst, the old woman looks up to see the face of her youth staring down at her with rage.
In a blur, the echoes of yesterday meld with the rhythm of the battle drum that the young lady beats.
An addlepated symphony begins:
An infant's gentle cooing as she is rocked.
The young woman's shrill tone.
A little girl's lilting voice as she says her first "Mama."
The woman's slick tongue, twisting into shapes to spit accusations.
"I love you"s and "good night"s whispered, blurted, and hollered.
The ringing in her ears as the sting of the words cuts deep.
With a sigh, the old woman returned a piercing glare.
If her gifts were to be used against her, then she would grant her daughter one last lesson: silence.