Sunday, May 13, 2012

Three Grannies

Mom on far right, lithe,
in darling cotton jumper.

I'm jumping out of a patient Grandad's arms,
he who'd soon take me down on Brandon
to the fairy-tale house
for ice cream.

Many others here, whom I'll visit in other stories,
but food's the thing,
and three Grannies knew
their food:

fried oysters, fried pies, coconut cake, chess pie,
potato rolls, fried chicken, real green beans,
sweet tea, deviled eggs,
covered neatly,
cooked in cool back kitchen
the sun porch.
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