by: Pamela Inman,
She sat next to me and scooted close. As the lesson began, I gelt her light touch on my arm. Soon, our hands were together. Her cocoa-colored, soft, unblemished hand was resting on top of my pale, wrinkled, weathered skin. As she moved our hands slowly, catching their reflection in the glass of the doorway, her deep brown eyes sought out mine. "Miss Beth, ain't we just beautiful together?" Oh, yes. Yes. We are just beautiful together.
quote by: Beth Duda, Teaching Artist