The Crock Pot

GRANDMA STOOD OVER THE STOVE BOILING WATER AND CUTTING UP Vegetables AND MEAT FOR Sundays DINNER BEEF STEW I CALLED OUT TO HER I WALKED OUT INTO THE KITCHEN AND SHE WAS STANDING THERE WITH TEARS IN HER EYES I SAID GRANDMA WHAT’S WRONG SHE SAID NOTHING CHILD NOW GO BACK TO THE TABLE AND HAVE A SEAT I ALWAYS WONDERED WHAT WAS WRONG WITH GRANDMA I WOULD SEE HER EVERYDAY BUT SOMETIMES SHE DIDN’T WANT TO COME OUTSIDE AND PLAY HER WEIGHT WAS GOING UP AND DOWN AND I ALWAYS ASKED HER WHY SHE WOULD SAY OH CHIL’ NOTHING YOU’LL LEARN ABOUT IT ONCE YOU GET OLDER SHE ‘LL JUST SAY GRANDMA NOT FEELING TO GOOD NOW CAN YOU COME AND BRAID MY HAIR FOR ME GRANDMA HAD CANCER AND NOW I SEE WHY GRANDMA COULDN’T COME OUT AND PLAY I stand here in my kitchen over my crock pot with tears in my eyes I WENT THROUGHT WHAT GRANDMA WENT THROUGH I WISH THAT SHE WAS STILL HEre TODAY I understood her from my own experience Long after she’s gone She’s still my hero