Driving home yesterday,
I came to
And realized my hand was in a funny fist on my thigh,
With my thumb under my index finger.
I instantly thought of my Gramma.
She used to sit like that,
One hand on the table with her fist just that way.
I've done this before and had the exact same thought,
Instant memories of her holding her hand that exact way.
My first instinct is to change my hand position,
To be different,
To relax my fist and hold it a different way.
But then I think of her,
And I put it back that way on purpose,
And I think of her some more.

-jenn