Lily had watched her grandmother create unique gifts since forever. The reaction of the ‘giftee’ was usually tearful appreciation and a rush to show it off. She realized, early on, that handmade gifts were joyful ones.
Poetry and art filled Grandma’s home. She was a self-made artist who painted intermittently mostly by request or as inspired for a special gift. Grandma was much displeased by a modern legacy of sparing no dollar amount at the expense of meaning.
At eight years old, Lily wanted to give her grandma a painting from her own hand.
She already had become keenly aware of that pervasive shallow trend in gifting probably due to the contrast of her grandmother’s genuine gifting approach in her life.
Lily labored over her masterpiece and her Mom kicked in the price of a frame.
When Grandma’s birthday arrived, Lily was giddy with excitement.
Grandma melted into happy tears when she unwrapped a seascape made especially for her. The artist had scribbled Lily in the corner just the way Grandma signed her pieces.
On the back was the date and title:
The Wetness of His Soul
Grandma hugged her tightly.
“What does your title mean, Baby?”
“I heard you tell God that he is the witness to your soul and I wanted my ocean to mean a lot to you too.”
After more hugs and kisses,
Grandma and Lily voted her title the BEST ever!
This week’s prompts are:
- the wetness of his soul
- I voted
- overcome the legacy
You can start writing whenever you want, just write – and have fun!