Baked Corn
BAKED CORN
In an Autumn morn
Me to relish baked corn,
crispy dainty delicious
Grandma is serious
to prepare and serve.
Me to chew and observe.
She is so happy to feed.
I am indulging my greed.
She tells ‘Have more, my boy.
Please eat lots and enjoy.’
She is my best Grand Mom
Me, her only grandson Tom.
Oh! My Dearest Grand Mother
We are made for each other.
10/07/19
Picture Chosen 3.
' Realism Art 'Contest by Eve Roper
Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2019
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