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
Copyright © Sonia Walker | Year Posted 2020
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