Marshmallows

I was a kid. Single digit years.

Back before I had grew into my ears

I spent every summer in gaffney

Getting used to my dad’s side of the family.

Grams always took me to Auntie Renee’s

That was our outing on most days

Auntie was always prepared for me to come

She knew I would hug her and ask for some

One day, I noticed Auntie wasn’t there

But I was excited and knew she wouldn’t care

I opened the cabinet door

But they weren’t there anymore

Confused, I saw Uncle G

He made a face while walking towards me

He reached for the shelf I was too short to see

Then he handed a bag to me

I smiled at him and he smirked back

He walked away as I sniffed the jumbo bag

Kind of bittersweet to know you’ve got a halo

But thank you for stepping in to get me my marshmallows.