Visiting Grandmom

This poem remembers my great grandmother and her legacy.

It was never cold when we visited Grandmom,

always warm.

My siblings and I, we looked

forward

to visiting and loved

that we were so quickly invited

back.

Grandmom had so much, it seemed, and

she made sure we had plenty.

Memories, stories, pictures,

all framed.

She loved to laugh and tell stories.

We loved to look around and listen.

The plastic sofa

became so comfortable.

So comforting.

We learned about our family,

digesting her words carefully.

Our bellies would be full.

There were always leftovers.

I remember the blessed meals

that came out of her cozy kitchen:

hot grits and fried chicken

were my favorite two.

Grandmom never sat down.

No, she constantly searched for ways

she could be of service to us.

Time sat down on the plastic sofa

with us.

It stood still at

that little home in West Philly,

where Grandmom loved in abundance.