Girls’ night at Grandma’s
Saturday night at the kitchen table
We rolled the Yatzee dice to the tunes of Wheel of Fortune and Hee-Haw.
Vannah and Minnie Pearl’s “HOW-DEEEE!”, ageless even after a long week.
Conversations of cows and corn, beans ready to pick and can.
Tomorrow would come early, and I had no idea then how quickly yesterday would be gone.
But that night, the smell of tobacco, sunshine and soap-clean rolled me into bed when the TV went quiet.
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Love this.
Love this. You set the scene so well
Grandma’s kitchen ❤️
I like you the poem ends on the most powerful sense, smell
Takes me back to the memory of my grandpa’s pipe tobacco and a homemade cobbler baking in the oven.