Monday, March 15, 2021

Grandma's Stolen (Monkey Bread)

 

Every now and then she baked

And we'd all come in saying nothing that mattered. 

waiting for that soft lump to grow

as big as the room it was in

 I remember us all standing on the chairs by the lamp 

and her telling us to get down

before she finished one of  her stories.

(..and if I ever see her again )

She always ended with "and that's the way it was."

 and the room was always warm and friendly.

^

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