In celebration of NaProWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) 2020, I’ll be kicking things off here with a little writing piece brought into being through the prompt, “Focus on a single memory, or describe what you might imagine the typical grandmother’s kitchen to be like.”
Oh Simpler Times
Sunlight sneaks through windows
Wash hands as yonder see the field
Space is bigger to a youngling
Beg for sampling, she will yield
There’s always too much sugar for the lemon
There’s always extra chocolate for the milk
There’s never want for purse-found candies
There’s never enough of her genuine ilk
Hide from the left that made it over
Hold out hands for sugary sweets
Hugs so soft they warm the soul
The Grandest of Mas never fail to treat
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