My Grandma

My Grandma

by Lord R.e. Taylor

I remember my grandma’s house

Spending so many hours with her

She always had that one special chair

No one but her was allowed to use

She always told stories of life in the old world

And I would listen to every word

Trying to imagine what she went through

I would always bring her her favourite foods

None of which was allowed

Her favourite though was her veal breast

Cooked in her kitchen from the 1940s

But that was my grandma’s life

She kept the best from her past

And I was happy to have seen it all

At least for a while

© Poem – XXV/V/MMXXIV

LRET