Grandma's House

This poem was inspired by the ladies at summerville. They remind of the times I spent with my own grandmother. It starts out happy, ends sadly.

The cookies baking awakening
my nose, eyes watching
a card game I'll never understand.
The word search in the background,
waiting for the last card to be played.

My mind cannot distiguish
past from present. It thinks
its back at Grandma's house, searching
for her face forgetting
she is gone.

- meghan