The Visit

I'm working on some photo prompts this week, and one led me to my Grandma's recipe box that was given to me after she passed away. I hadn't looked at her recipes in awhile; in fact, the last time I did I felt her presence so deeply I wrote a poem about it (which I'll post below for those of you who'd like to read it). Anyway, seeing her familiar handwriting always brings back the happy moments spent in her house, in her cozy kitchen, enjoying all the wonderful meals she prepared for us when we'd visit. I vividly remember the aroma of the delicious food cooking and the loving care behind every dish. I still miss her deeply...what a wonderful human being she was, and I feel her presence so strongly when I see these recipes. Isn't it amazing how a small object in your hands can bring back such powerful memories and emotions? Grandma B., I miss you. This is my submission for This or That Thursday (button at the bottom of this post).

THE VISIT

A shaky scrawl
On a recipe card
A moment in time
From the depths
Of my heart
And it hits me hard
She’s been gone
For so very long

A sting of tears
A tender comfort
There's an angel
On my shoulder
Visiting again
Stirring up lost love
A warm touch
Where none was

A moment’s rest
While I ache
From this crack
In my heart
But her visit
Softens my face
Comfort in this place
And the tears, they
Silently flow.

© Sherri Brannon