http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/05/saturday-centus-hush-little-baby.html.This week's prompt is highlighted below.
Sunday Mornings Past
My dad wore gray Key work clothes and black engineer boots made by Red Wing everyday. But on Sunday he donned nice trousers with a slick sheen, topped by a white shirt with long sleeves rolled up his forearm, and a wide tie of vibrant color and bold pattern. He hated dress clothes, so right after Mass, he would change and head for the kitchen to make his one specialty, pancakes. The humming began, then singing to us as the griddle heated. Sunday mornings brought out a lovely lightness in him. “Hush little baby, don’t you cry.” I long to hear that voice again…..