I didn't appreciate grandma's kitchen enough

I didn't appreciate Grandma's kitchen enough back then

I didn't know that Maw-Maw was my very best friend

with her clear blue eyes and smile that loved to laugh

I can close my eyes and be there in a flash...

She always had her coffee black

with two cubes of ice to cool it down

(Ring, Ring) Her rotary phone was so loud

Oh, how it rang off the hook!

After all,

she was the neighborhood's very best cook...

The smell of fried bologna and eggs in bacon grease

filled the room along with the Summer heat

Homemade grits stacked high on the plate

a little butter and seasoned salt to taste

I didn't understand then what I know now--

There will never be another like Grandma Brown

Her porch was a magical place

everything moved at a much slower pace

Sweet tea sipped as stories were told

Grandma rocked in her chair, even in the cold

Many pieces of advice she'd share

My God if only I cared

to listen

to learn...

I thought she was infinite

constant,

forever

But she was a feather

now fallen,

but never forgotten

For all the grandmas out there who are gone but never forgotten.

This one goes out to Grandma Brown. My comfort and confidant for so many years.