fondly remember your grandmother's house as I share with you mine
a pantry, tall as a mountain when I was six. a forbidden box of sugar cubes that was never really off limits cookies, warm and soft. how does she always have them? sitting in the rocking chair, toes miles away from the floors strange stories you hope aren't true ice cubes made of lemonade an afternoon refresher a sunday spent at home, at your grandma's house
always drawing and painting playing in the yard her cats in your lap, warm and fuzzy she braids your hair with her wise, experienced hands does she always smell like lavender? gumdrops and hard candies playing dominoes on the floor there's nowhere else I'd rather be than at home at my grandma's house