Musings by The Poet Loriet
Grandpa Biscuit and Grandma Anise
Your grandparents and mine
both made homemade ice cream.
We both know the value of
watching traditions,
listening to stories.
I told you my grandma
made the best Southern
fried chicken and
you told me yours made
trays of anise and
homemade ribbon candy,
how all the kids would
sit at the table and
watch her stretch and
form each strand.
We talked about
transistor radios and
porch swings and fireflies,
bird baths and gardens
with homegrown tomatos.
We talked about a lost art,
the stories we listened to them tell
and how things have changed,
and I realized that you're
just a sentimental fool
not unlike myself-
and it warmed my heart
to hear your voice
animated in the dark
as you lay beside me
and told me your stories.
Lori Beal
both made homemade ice cream.
We both know the value of
watching traditions,
listening to stories.
I told you my grandma
made the best Southern
fried chicken and
you told me yours made
trays of anise and
homemade ribbon candy,
how all the kids would
sit at the table and
watch her stretch and
form each strand.
We talked about
transistor radios and
porch swings and fireflies,
bird baths and gardens
with homegrown tomatos.
We talked about a lost art,
the stories we listened to them tell
and how things have changed,
and I realized that you're
just a sentimental fool
not unlike myself-
and it warmed my heart
to hear your voice
animated in the dark
as you lay beside me
and told me your stories.
Lori Beal
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Grandpa Biscuit and Grandma Anise
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