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Ode To Grandma (A Story - Part 1)
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By J. Mollett
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Ode To Grandma ( A Story - Part 1)

by Jean Mollett

Ode to Grandma,
the time has gone by, it's 2 years this
June 27, 03 since you've passed away.
I'm so grateful that I've pictures
of you and Grandpa of that last weekend
we spent together. It's a shame that
we didn't come more often than we did.
I regret that so much, but I try not to
dwell on it. Just hope you forgave us
for not coming more often.

Ode to Grandma,
you always lit up when the grandkids
came around. I've always seen you
smiling and your low gentle voice.
You and Grandpa would fly around in
the kitchen fixing meals, everyone
trying to pitch in. You'd say no
you're not leaving, we're going to eat
soon. Or you'd disappear, I'd find
ya in the kitchen. When everyone came,
there was a long table. The platters of
food coming to the table, country cookin'.
Big platters of eggs, bacon, bowls of
gravy, platters of Biscuits, homemade.
Homemade cow's butter, hot biscuits,
oh so good. That was just some of it.

Ode to Grandma,
if it was supper time, you wouldn't
believe the platters full of food. My
favorite was your homemade banana pudding,
oh so yummy. My Aunt Edith would come in,
everyone buzzing around the kitchen. It
almost looked like the Walton's table, but
not as long. My eyes got real big seeing
everything put on the table. I'm talking
like platters you put a small chicken on
or a big turkey.

Ode to Grandma,
what I really enjoyed the most is when the
banjo came out. Whichever got it first,
Grandma or Grandpa could surely make it sing.
I loved it. Grandma played softer, slower.
Grandpa played it faster, kinda loud. You
could hear it through the hollow everywhere.
If I was at my aunt's home on the hill, I
gotta run I heard them on the banjo. I tried
to get it, but I never found out where it was.
I heard my uncle, which is a drunk, might have
sold it for his beer. I wanted to have it, keep
it cause, it belonged to them. Lots of sweet momories.

07/02/2003

Author's Note: There's part two coming up tomorrow.

Posted on 07/03/2003
Copyright © 2009 Jean Mollett


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Submitted: Monday, March 16, 2009

Last Updated: Tuesday, March 17, 2009

About the Poet
I'm married. I am a grandmother. I love poetry, reading and writing it. Someone inspired me to start writing poetry again. That person is my Pastor.


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