Fried Green Tomatoes

Day 27

Fried Green Tomatoes

What is it about the taste

Of fried green tomatoes that

takes me back to my

Grandmas kitchen table?

Waiting there patiently for

Grandma to get done because

She won’t stop until the plate

Is piled high.

Finally she turns and puts

The plate on the table,

And we dig in.

That first taste that burns our

Tongues because we can’t wait

Is eye rolling good.

The only sound you hear

Is fork scraping the plate

And lips smacking with the

Sound of appreciation.

The pile has gone down

To only one or two left

On the plate,

And all is good because

Grandma smiles.

And that is all we need

We will remember the

Taste of Fried Green Tomatoes.

The Closet

Day 25

The Closet

When I was small

I had a closet

And in this closet was

My space, mine alone.

It kept me safe and

In it I made my nest

Of blankets and pillows

Ever so soft and with

Book and flashlight

I would stay for hours

Hidden behind clothes and coats

This closet went back beyond

Where things could be stored

And became my refuge

It was warm and I could dream

Of unicorns and fairies

Yes, this closet was mine and

It kept me safe

What Makes You Think I Care?

Day 21

What Makes You Think I Care ?

A phrase often heard when I was young

It seemed to easily roll off the tongue

It was meant to hurt whoever heard

The direction of the words observed

By the speaker who had the upper hand

The say so, the rules and strength to grandstand

Words can often hurt more than any other

Things that can be done by another

The words were often meant to scare

What makes you think I care?

Laughter And Memories

Day 12

Laughter and Memories

Thinking back many years ago

I remember things that make

Me laugh

Seeing in my minds eye

Climbing the big old maple tree

As a small girl

To the top as the wind blows

Laughing as I hold on

To the branch as it goes to and fro

In the wind

Seeing my little sister dress up as

She gets ready to show her pet goat

She won first place by the way

She was laughing as her picture

was taken and so was I

Nanny was so much bigger than her

In our later years the laughter

grows stronger as we giggle

about things past and the giggles

grow in to belly laughs which

grow into happy tears and hugs

Laughter is the best memory of all

Where Did I Go Wrong With My Love

Day 11

Like a bolt of lightening

Has struck my heart

Not knowing where or when

I should have tried harder

Tried a different type of

Discipline when small

Where did I go wrong with my love

When young it was so easy

To correct and address wrong doing

As a teen you start seeing problems

Wondering how to get their attention

To get them moving in the right direction

Chastisement is a joke as you see

Their eyes glaze over and you know

That they are not listening so you stop

Where did I go wrong with my love

Calls come in the middle of the night now

No longer can he resist he needs help

But the calls come not to talk or ask advice

Just calling for money or getting out of trouble

Is the norm these days and just like that

They cease to exist and leave no trace

Where did I go wrong with my love