A Tender Moment From Childhood

My fond childhood memories; I couldn't wait to get to my grandparents During the holidays when I was young. Their arms always outspread with affection, Their warm love for us was quite apparent. Waking in the morning with smell of baked bread. Wouldn't take much for grandpa and me to pause Whatever we were doing when bread was ready. Slice of hot bread and melting butter, our stomachs fed. Gran would let me help wash clothes in a spent Wringer washer, then hung on a clothesline With two-pronged wooden pins in the backyard To dry in the sun giving them fresh air scent. I am older, with my own family. I try to keep those warm memorable Traditions. A bread machine, a dandy Invention; all ending so happily. One of the few things I do and provide myself; if ambitions on sunny days, I will hang my clothes out on the clothesline. Memories of childhood I hold with pride. 6/16/2021 Poetry Contest: A Tender Moment From Childhood Sponsored by: Malabika Ray Choudhury