Grandma's House by Jane Ayers Sweat

Photo by Grandma's  Kitchen

Take me back to Grandma's house

When I was young and free

Where we'd sit at the kitchen table

And talk over glasses of tea.

So full of love and peace

A place where smells came alive

A safe place

Where I began to thrive.

She had a home remedy

For every time I was sick

Whatever I had

It left real quick.

A seamstress extraordinaire 

She made all my clothes

She even sewed for Barbie and Ken

Barbie had so many bows.

We cooked in cool weather

Making soup and tea cakes galore

Thinking of those now

Makes me miss her more.

Love your grandma all you can

Kiss her every day

Let her go when that day comes

With nothing left to say.