grandma’s brownies

when grandma’s brownies

laid on the counter

fresh and hot

and sending a warmth like no other

wafting deliciously through the kitchen

i pulled two chairs up close to the oven

one for me, one for her

she would laugh and sit beside me

and we sat and talked and laughed

and waited

ten excruciating minutes later

i helped her cut them

into eight large, soft squares

after i licked the melted chocolate

off the knife

until it was clean

two plates, white and paper

two forks of silver

two squares, two brownies, still hot

two tall glasses of milk, icy cold

on the brown oak table

under the dim lamplight

one bite with closed eyes

and i was in heaven

soft and chewy

melty chocolate

filling my mouth

pure perfection

bliss in every bite

i opened my eyes

and saw my grandma with hers closed

and i knew

she could send herself to the same bliss

that same place she sends me