Squinting To Memories

I squint just right And capture a memory almost forgotten Jars of fruit and honey fresh from hives Filling shelves in old smokehouse Home-made butter and molasses In her kitchen Waiting to smother Biscuits warming On black cast iron wood-stove Boxes of buttons An old cameo Split wood in corner Old sleepy dog on porch The house on the hill Where Mom's Granny rocked 16Feb14