When I Think of You Grandma
I think of velvet dresses
And gold lamiae,
I think of closets filled with shoes
And flower bouquets.
I think of silk scarves
And the tinkling of glass,
That would dance on the shelves
When a train would roll past.
I think of pink nighties
And tomato juice with beer,
When Beanie fell in your tub
And the laughter I’d hear.
I think of you pinching someone’s bum
While we danced at the Winneshiek Bar,
And the t-shirt I got you that said “Speedy”
To honor how fast you drove your car.
I think of a frig shelf with head cheese
And pickled pigs feet,
Drinking coffee at your counter
And a dozen drawers full of sheets.
I think of cigarettes lit backward
And when you missed the bar chair,
I think of the old Macs tavern
And the fun we had there.
I think of Tony’s and soup
You singing along with Patsy Cline,
And the gardens you enjoyed
That rivaled a magazines design.
I think of you sitting with Braden
And him fluffing your hair,
I think of the “kids” at the nursing home
And how long you worked there.
I think of bubble bath and White Shoulders
Of make-up and lipstick,
Of silk, sequined blouses
And high heels that would click.
I think of Elvis Presley sightings
And Star Magazine,
A “Birds and Bees” talk from you and Goldie
When I was turning fourteen.
I think of Smoochie
I think of your pear tree,
I think of your butt toward the road
As you would pick weeds.
I think of hanging in your basement
And white rocks in your drive,
I think of you taking the gravel roads
Down the center… speedometer at 65!
I think of going to the Branding Iron
To hear the music and dance,
And checking out the place
For some aspiring romance.
I think of you smiling,
Whenever I’d look at you and say,
“Well, if I’m not perfect Grandma,
You helped make me this way!”
Originally Posted On Site: 2011-02-24 06:42:50
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