"Grandmother's Home"

Savannah Price

Published in Dalton State College's Tributaries Spring 2022

Poem

"Grandmother's Home"

There is something indescribable

About the warm air of Grandmother’s home.

If I could have bottled the feeling, the aroma,

The bottle would surely be prescribable.

That feeling. That lovely,

pleasant feeling. Oh, what

I would give to spend one

more summer morning there.

Basking in the sun,

With Grandmother nearby, handing

Out strawberries in sugar spun.

She was understanding, undemanding,

Silently slipping snacks to anyone.

“Watch me, watch me, as I run!”

Oh yes, very well done, darling.

That feeling. That lovely,

pleasant feeling. Oh, what

I would give to spend one

more fall afternoon there.

The limbs of that darkening Tree

Invite the grandchildren into its arms.

From the kitchen, she offers sweat tea

To those who have come into harm’s

Way, slipping off a branch come free.

“Help! Oh, my leg, it bleeds, it burns!”

Oh no, let me bandage that knee.

That feeling. That lovely,

pleasant feeling. Oh, what

I would give to spend one

more winter night there.

The children lay upon the floor,

Blankets and pillows and smiles and hair.

Their bedtime, they much ignore;

Grandmother does not care.

For late-night snacks they explore.

“He got two! That’s not fair!”

Both of you, take two more.

There is something indescribable

About the warm air of Grandmother’s home.

A feeling so strong and undeniable

From its effect, you can never roam.