Oh I've memories sweet of grandma's
house
And I sometimes shed a
tear
When I think of the red-checkered table cloth
On my grandma's table each year.Yes so many things I can still recall
Like the pies that she would
bake
There was Pumpkin, Cherry and
Dutch-apple too
And her own pie crusts she'd make.
Now don't ask me why
for I couldn't explain
But a memory I treausre today
Is grandma'sred-checkered tablecloth
There beneath all the goodies it lay.
To me it represents
whatI've always known
That old-fashioned ways are the best
Home-made pies and home-made fudge
Yes my mother, she passed that test.
For mama she taught me many things
Like humming 'round the kitchen each day
She was proud to bea good housewife
Taught her daughter the old-fashioned way.
She said 'The 'easy way'-not always good
As the 'harder way'
can be a treat
For when 'saving time' we can often miss
That blessing of the heart so sweet.
My Grandma's kitchen always smelled so good
How she loved to bake those pies
I'm glad she taught my
motherso well
That a Godly woman's
happy and wise.
So as I think back,
comes a little smile
From a
memory so warm and soft
Yes I'll always remember with fondness of Grandma's red-checkered table cloth.
Author/Poem written by:
Tammy Boatman-Young
November 2003
Just a note: I do not copyright the poems that I write.
Just a personal choice of mine.
(An agreement between me and the Lord.)
I write to share.
You don't ever need my permission
to copy anything that I myself have written.
I'm not gonna be bringing any of
my poems with me
when the Lord returns one day to take me Home.
So while I'm still here on this earth,
I'll continue to try to write my poems in hopes that
maybe someone will get a blessing from them.
God Bless you,
in Christ,
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