The Taste of a Memory
reminds me of my grandmother who always kept a pack in her small jewelry box.
She had Elvis decor and a fuzzy red couch
and made me strawberry milk in coffee mugs.
Creamsicle ice cream
reminds me of her living room.
The walls were a rich brown wood
and I can still hear the tingling static coming from the TV.
remind me of my other grandmother
and her never-empty candy jar.
Flowers and gardens polka-dotted her yard.
remind me of her warm kitchen.
She made hers from scratch
and Brutus, the lucky dog, got all the breakfast scraps.