Grandmother's Garden
When I was a growing boy
And my Grandma'd go to town
I'd sneak into her garden
Like a hungry rabbit comes
There a yummy meal I'd find
Red ripe tomatoes for me
Carrots, orange rabbit food
Strawberries sweet saved for last
Thought she didn't know, she did
Now Grandma's gone through the sky
Heaven's garden vines she grows
Food for Angel's supper time
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- Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Magaly for her Prompt Inspiration about Food and Eating (read her desires NEXT BELOW) at the first installment of "Friday Writings #1" at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/11/friday-writings-1-i-write-with-my-food.html?m=1
- For our first Friday prompt, Magaly would like us to "write poetry or prose about food: cooking it, eating it, sharing it, craving it, dreaming of it … the choice is yours."
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Nothing like the taste of those home-grown tomatoes, carrots and strawberries! All the sweeter for being stolen. (Yes, I did that too, in my parents' garden. But we didn't have any rabbits around, so I just hoped they wouldn't notice. They did, of course.) I like to think of your Grandma growing food for the Angels!
ReplyDeleteThis is sweet .. I suspect many of us will be remembering our Grandmothers' gardens today. Yummy.
ReplyDeleteFond memories!
ReplyDeleteNothing better than sun-ripened tomato or strawberry, still warm from the sunshine. YUM Can't say the same for the carrot. They have to be detopped and scrubbed!
ReplyDeleteGrandmas always know everything, methinks. I think they are so wise that they plant ideas--and fruity treats--knowing that the grand kids will have fun with them. I, too, was a tomato swiper.
ReplyDeleteNothing tastes as good as a warm tomato. If only I could get to my strawberries before the pill bugs.
ReplyDeleteFresh strawberries and tomatoes right from the vine are amazing.
ReplyDeleteThis is precious. So heartwarming. I definitely would have gone for the strawberries too.
ReplyDeleteYour grandma must've been proud of you for picking her tomatoes rather than candies. I mean, I could write a similar piece about my parents' candy shelf, how I thought they didn't know, but they obviously did. In fact, I think you just inspired me, thanks!
ReplyDeleteNothing tastes better than homegrown vegetables and fruits. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely memory. My paternal grandmother lived in upstate New York. She grew roses in her backyard. She gave my father a cutting from a yellow rosebush. Both my grandmother and my father are gone now and have been for many years. The cutting is now a full-fledged rosebush in my mother's backyard.
ReplyDeleteMy grandparents' gardens were worked in by the free labor of grandchildren. No snacking allowed.
ReplyDeleteIt's nice that you remember your grandmother's garden this way and her tending the garden for angels.
Aww! <3
ReplyDeletei wish i could grow a garden, to have fresh veggies would be awesome. somehow i missed your poem the first time thru, not sure how i did that but glad i back back for a second look. enjoyed this very much jim
ReplyDeleteThis reads like it probably tasted - the sweetest.
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