Fried Green Tomatoes At the Whistle Stop Cafe, Fannie Flagg
I knew the love that woman had was something deep woods
It was something that was taken for granted, but everyone understood.
You do not cross that line between what is wrong and what is good
Not without the skillet in hand bouncing off that head of blood.
I knew the love that woman had was something a thief would rue
It was something everyone claimed to not know, but we already knew.
When she looked into my eyes before that blow bid Frank his adieu
I grinned and nodded approval at her, because a mother’s love is true.