It’s sand on a beach,

My watermelon,

From my window in the sky

The slow river finds itself, at its end,

The flesh of ancient dinosaurs,

I am, nearly

What was it like when you were young, Grandma? Did you watch your mama In the kitchen? I'll bet that's why you bake that Delicious brown bread. Did you go barefoot All the time? I notice you always wear your sturdy shoes, Even in the house. Where did you learn To crochet? Was that something your grandma taught you? You must have hung out With your papa a lot, too. I've never seen another grandma Who could pound a hole in a wall And a week later have A window in its place; No muss, no fuss. Who influenced your lemon drop craze? That says "Grandma's House" to me; Always a bowl of lemon drops Ready for the asking (never just the taking). Was it an aunt who gave you That watermelon rind pickle recipe? Or did you perfect that yourself? I wish I would have taken the time​ To learn more from you, ​Grandma.​ ​ I can't even bake bread. --Evy Kristensen Right Click Image Save: Download PDF to Print:

Seals bark

It's been idle for years and sits rusting away,

To see your face

Someone moved the bookmark

Tossing it off, a modern arch