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
Copyright © Stephanie Morgan | Year Posted 2006
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