
just about all i'd eat until the age of 9
was my Gran's grilled cheeses
i'd stand beside her at the stove
and she'd teach me how to make mine
First slice of white goes in the buttered pan
layer atop the cheese and the second slice
the top is not hot until it's flipped
so you can press it with your hand
once both sides are golden buttery brown
make a neat slice down the middle
put it on a plate with plain potato chips
and talk to me as I slowly take it down
how did you put all that love into that act
enough to make the memory stick
like the melted cheese between those white slices
of my all-the-time favorite snack
i am sentimental in my older age
i am still a little girl at Gran's kitchen table
being worshiped for just existing
i'd give anything to again see you gaze
at me like my preferences are perfection
like you've lived your whole life just waiting
on a granddaughter who loves grilled cheeses
to give all of life direction.
About the Creator
Justin Black
I write mostly poetry, and I enjoy accidental and intentional rhyme.
All photographs are my own. Get my poetry book below! 🙌 ⤵️
For The Love of Birds: A Collection Plate of Poetry and Pictures for Adultish Persons


Comments (1)
loved your poem. Keep up the good work!