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Quilts ~
Like an old movie
stuck on rewind
scenes from the past
skip through my mind
Sunday's at Nana's
strong family ties
Aunties 'n cousins
full of surprise
The aroma of coffee
inviting us in
filling our nostrils
taste buds wore grins
Warmness and hugs
were given each guest
welcoming arms
love at its best
Still wearing her apron
from goodies she baked
loads of cookies 'n pies
de'lish chocolate cake
With snow colored hair
and sparkle in eyes
giggles 'n laughter
her natural high
Children and elders
all gathered within
Sunday's were special
at Nana's with kin
Wall to wall chatter
as stories were told
olden day mem'ries
cherished like gold
Manners, respect
a rule in her home
love and kindness
on every face shown
She was of free spirit
each day of the year
enriched us with blessings
and blankets of cheer
Those were the days
so sad they are gone
buried inside me
to forever live on
Can still taste the pastry
'n feel Nana's hugs
like quilts in the winter
enwrap me with love
Shoe boxes of photos
now tattered and grey
nourish my spirit
bring back yesterdays
~*~
Rose Marie Streeter
© 2006
Dedicated to my Husband's
Grandma who loved me
and took me
under her
wing as if I were one of her own
since I was around 14 years old.
To me,
she will always be my Nana.
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