Of Kitchens and Grandmothers

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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