My Grandparents' Home

My grandparents’ home was both tiny and plain, Quite lacking in places to play, But my brothers and I and my cousins, at times, Still had fun when we went for the day. From the bowl of mixed nuts, we filched filberts so we Could play skelly across the wood floor And a deck of Hoyle’s cards kept us busy enough So the grown-ups we got to ignore. When the dinner was served, we all gathered around And attention was naturally paid To the meal – nothing fancy, but tasty enough, That my grandma had lovingly made. All those visits were weekends or holiday times; Since they ended, it’s been a long while, But the mem’ries are sweet and suffused with such joy That I think of them now with a smile.