Grandmother Dreams

Dream about grandmother

The coffeepot woke me at five a.m.

I was dreaming about grandmother

Used to visit her house on the weekend

To get away from my little brother

 

She had a cast iron cook stove

Where she made corn bread;

Hand made quilts on every bed

Tin roof lullabies in the rain

 

Grandfather clock in her sitting room

Would someday be mine she said

It was a beautiful family heirloom

But I could not picture her dead

 

She was a powerful force of nature

A friend of rivers and land

I remember her skinning catfish

Planting turnips, a hoe in her hand

 

She cooked huge pots of pintos

Made blackberry cobbler too

I would follow wherever she'd go

Watch whatever she'd do

 

Hanging out sheets on the clothesline

Never did seem like a chore

She would sing some old Baptist hymn

I'd never heard before

 

Books to be read, work to be done

She used to call me her "kitten"

She called my brother "little mister"

So many things to be written

 

She would be proud to see me in school

I hope heaven allows such things

I woke up crying like a fool

She hugged me last night in my dream

 

 

 

Reviews

[Gandré]

It was a pleasure to read. Makes me think of my own childhood. Nice ending. Thanks for reading my Donald runt.

[Michele Devlin]

Thank you. And it was my pleasure. So many good writers here.

[Lorry]

Beautiful dream and beautiful memories of a loving Grandmother, just being a Grandmother. Those dreams never leave you, just as the memories you made together never fade. Beautiful write and a beautiful memory to have.

[Michele Devlin]

Thank you for reading.

[Lorry]

And thank you for writing :)