Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Granny's Place poetry in prose

Granny wiggled a little as she settled her hefty body into her over padded easy chair. Granny enjoyed her comfort and rest as she read her hand-worn Bible, and her paperback romance novels stacked in jumbled piles around her chair. At times, she delighted in brief visits from her rowdy grandchildren, playing and throwing toys, running through the cluttered house, generally making a nuisance of themselves, and finally getting on Granny's nerves. When Granny had had enough, she called their parents and told them to come and take her grandchildren home. Yet, while they were there, she managed to find some time to gather each one to her ample lap, lay their pretty heads against her faded granny gown, fold her fleshy arms around their tender bodies with a gentle hug, whisper sweet love notes to their tiny ears, and allow love to bloom in that plush easy chair like the red roses in Granny's front yard.

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