Gwen to me
Gwenie to Grandpa
Gwendolyn to some
Grandma to my husband
Memaw to my son
A poem for her...
Only for Grandma’s Home Cookin’
Apple, pumpkin, cherry pie
Was stuff she was always cookin’
She would feed you scrumptious tidbits
Especially when no one else was lookin’
In Grandma’s kitchen is where we hung around
There was no time to show a frown
Brownies, cakes, and cookies… oh my
Would put that twinkle back in your eye
The way it smells when she cooks
When you’re bad, the way she looks
Her home-made bread and mac-n-cheese
Would make you say yes please.
But if you’d bring her some fresh fish
She’d fry you up a wonderful dish
Her tartar sauce we will never forget
And by the way, our attempts at it… just aren’t there yet
She’s one of the nicest ladies that you’ll ever meet
Unless you get on her bad side, then you’re in for a treat
Sugar, spice and everything twice
Was the things that made her dishes so nice
Wonderful in everyway
Her soul so kind, so sweet, so free
Thank you grandma
For filling our bellies and feeding our hearts
Food that was always so good lookin’
We’ll always miss Grandma’s good ol’ home cookin’
Tay posted her memorial pictures all over the fridge,
he misses her...
