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

Ah! Back to the memory lane!
Growing up was always like a nightmare,
Truthfully, I didn't want to grow up.
I've always had a person-family,
Growing up literally means I'll be left alone,
That thought alone sounded worse than a tornado.

Well I woke up every morning to the honk of my neighbour's bicycle,
"Sleepy Head!" she would tap my nose and carry me on her back.
Grasping her tightly from...