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?

Board Games

Day 20

Board Games

Rainy summer days were long

And made for playing games

Scrabble was always first for Mom

Pick some tiles and hope they aren’t all the same
Clue was good for mystery and fun

Pick room,suspect and weapon

Eliminate the suspects one by one

Guess it wrong and show some aggression
Monopoly was always a winner

For hours and hours of play

You’d get so numb that you would shiver

And hope it didn’t last til doomsday
Board games were a family staple

I miss it now and then

It was fun and we were playful

How good it is to remember when

A Letter To My Love

Day 16

A Letter To My Love

My dearest husband,

How could you know

That so many years would go by.

And our love would still

Be fresh and new.

Like it was when we first met

I knew from our very first walk.

That we would grow old together

And look at us now.

Twenty-two years and counting

Our love is still alive.

I wish us many more happy

Years my love.

Only you can fill my heart

With such joy.

Till the end of time,

Your loving wife.