Remembrance - 2. Remembering Grandma

The sweet smell of cinnamon raisin cookies fill the house

And suddenly I am five years old again

Looking up at an old tin apple cookie jar in Grandma’s house

Remembering her call out, “No more right now, Wayne.”

The kindness found there stays with me decades later now

As I remember games of Trouble, Old Maid, and coloring books

Things of no consequence but mean more than should be allowed

Time spent talking, laughing, and learning while she cooks

This where my summers were spent each year

Where I was taught to read and write

Time spent with bikes, cut knees, and tears

Running through playgrounds flying kites

Grandma was so much a part of that special time

A gentle figure at a bar-b-que or birthday party

The visit each and every Christmas time

And whose laughter was loud and hearty

Gone far too soon from younger life

A plump little woman made a ghostly figure

Cancer stealing time and causing strife

Warping her, making her disfigured

Now I take a moment to remember it all

The good times, the fun times, the times we had a ball.

Here in my memory you live forever.