A Kiss I Won'T Forget

I was only six years old when Grandma Hattie died, but through the years I’d stayed with her a lot. And I recall the last time that we went to visit her, how…as we left…Mom put me on the spot. It makes me sad to think, when Mother said, “Give Gran a kiss,” I actually whispered, “Mom, I’d rather not!” Remember - I was just a boy - and sloppy, smoochy kisses are rather unexciting to a tot. She always wore a ton of lipstick, lots of powder, too…so, what I saw just didn’t look too hot, But to this day - that final one, she gave me when we left - is the most important kiss I ever got.