Marilyn Lott

Rookie - 261 Points (5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

Memories of Grandma


I look back on special memories
Of grandma when I was a kid
Many special things she said
And special things that we did.

One of those things was baking
She knew the recipes by heart
So excited I would be
I couldn't wait for us to start.

Chocolate chip cookies so delicious
Sweet fragrance filled the rooms
If I had any problems at all
Cookies took away the glooms.

I have pictures of my grandma
So special they are to me
Memories forever in my mind
Yes, everything I can still see.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, March 13, 2013

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  • Freshman - 1,612 Points Ken E Hall (5/1/2013 8:02:00 AM)

    Hi time to say hello again...Sweet memories of grandma memories a fact they will never fade I can smell the chocolate...just saw your name on the home page { most popular poets] so there you are, thanks for the memories...regards (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 4 Points Terry M (3/14/2013 1:14:00 PM)

    So much fun, being a child and the smell of cookies, oh yes count me in for sure lol. Great job Marilyn, so did you dip them in milk or what! (Report) Reply

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