Poems & Stories

I Remember

I remember Grandma's house.

I remember the fireplace in the living room.
I remember the no-bake cookies, and the yarn card crafts, and the old reel mower that we pushed around the yard.
I remember the new house.
I remember the garden she worked so hard in in the back yard.
I remember the tenants who rented from her.
I remember the old t.v. with the dials, the bookshelf with the jade bookends, the green couch with the claw feet.
I remember early mornings, eating off her plate, and the blue cupboards.
I remember the jewelry box.
I remember the bridge group at her friend's.
I remember they let me cut the deck of cards.
I remember her return from trips to Israel, England, and Scotland.
I remember the present she brought me from each.
I remember her home always felt like my home too.