Just Remembering

Today I took my son's little hand in mine

As we walked up the street to possibly to see my grandmother in her home one last time

I told him how a dog bit me when I was little in her front yard

Though I didn't tell him I blamed my sibling for it...

We get in the house I think back to Christmas dinners 

Gifts under a beautiful tree

The trees were always beautiful

Easter Sundays

Frilly hats and socks

Smells coming from the kitchen

Sitting at the little table

I stood in that kitchen today and remembered the sizzle of the hot comb and curling iron

The thought of runny eggs for breakfast

I couldn't stand eating eggs with stuff running out

Yuck!

I think I ate them, I had to 

There was no choice

I watched children play in her backyard

Adults try to hold it together

I knew when I got home I would be ok

Weird looking at how many things match my comforter set

Shoe, sweaters...

I guess my grandmother knew too

She gave it to me as a Christmas present

I remember opening and thinking, "How did she know?"

So tonight as I cry myself to sleep

I'm wrapped up in her last gift to me.