#WritcoPoemPrompt42
Write a poem focusing on a single memory, or describe what you might imagine the typical grandmother’s kitchen to be like.

I could see our neighbours at my front yard,
"Uh! I'll still share my kernel with my neighbour's children?"
I thought as I ran along to meet my grandmother.
The fireplace was cold, and I was hungry,
Grandma! Grandma! I called out in anger.

"come eat at my place, your grandma is not back home",
The neighbour said with smile which I found unusual.
We'll, they had a dinning table with a TV,
But I just wanted to go home, strangely.
"Thanks for the food but no, thanks.",
I stormed out back to my front yard.

"Grandma! I'm hungry!" like every other day, "Are you back?",
I heard a voice from the inside.
I stormed in to protest against child abuse,
But I was met with blind hesitation.
"Your grandmother is not back, and she won't be"
I looked on as those words were for adults,
"Your grandmother is dead. She has been buried in the woods."

Those words sounded familiar, they were the exact...