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,
pickles,
plentiful,
covered neatly,
cooked in cool back kitchen
below
the sun porch.
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