Rotten oak

Goin’

goin’,

almost gone.

tearful drummer

muffled  song.

goin’ to see

‘ma

grand

mam’

in

Georgia town.

midnight’s past

you’re not my home.

I

didn’t last,

never shown.

always chaste,

been there

alone.

did care,

toiled in obscure

haste,

never shown.

neither here,

rotten oak

withstanding:

withered

solid

cloak.

understanding

this and that

cause’

my dear

old great grandma

remains

in my heart…

Oh, lovely

cookies, pies

and tarts.

so vague

and heavenly

tastes

in

memories

still

linger

within myself.

this I remember

so very well

like it was

yesterday…

Of this,

I was

and still am

grateful to

one who selflessly

loved me.

it was

for me

she

baked

long ago.

my

own

Sweetest.

Fondest.

Loving.

most

wonderful

caring

grandma

of all…

awaits.

 

 

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