The tiny house my grandma lived in
I can still recall —
Of course, with photographs
It helps the case
But I recall the smell
Just like the powder that she used
That gathered in the cracks
Upon her face
The olden books than lined the shelves
And all those grandma pillows
That didn’t seem that practical
To me
But how I loved the place
The clothes on clotheslines in the back
That still blow on
In loving
Memory
Hi! Thanks for the follow! Great blog! 🙂
Sweet — glad this was the one that sent me off to work.. I’ll look forward to the other posts. 🙂
I love this! It brings back memories of my own.