Grandmother's Potholder

Grandmother's potholder is frayed, it had a matching kitchen towel full of bright sunflowers peeking over a fence, given to me as a wedding shower gift years ago, somehow the two were separated from too many moves, the potholder survived years of use and Grandmother didn't, I hung onto the potholder for nostalgic sake, when I had company for dinner it was buried in the bottom drawer because of its well-used, faded and stained condition, I tried to throw it out with the garbage but guilt overtook me, my hand shaked as it was held over the kitchen can, Grandmother's smiling face appeared before me, I returned the frayed potholder to its rightful place, a special spot for the elderly revered with grace. May 15, 2020