Correct Nest

CORRECT NEST I was sent to grandma’s for a week: She greeted me and kissed my cheek. I helped her to cook and made a mess - Some even got upon her dress. This was not a problem to her, Grey hair knitted back with finger . Wedding ring immersed in flour, We’d cherry pie within the hour. She told me stories from her stool, Oh, those bed sheets starched and cool. The smell of ironed linen apron Was there whenever I would waken. My face buried in her clothes, I knew her scent, Like a fledgling bird to the correct nest sent.