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

a crispy morning
frost covers the
ground

waking up
rolling over to
see if you can
stay for another
five minutes

you change your
mind
for your smelling
the sweet aromas
of grandmother
in the the
kitchen

hoping out of
bed
you scurrying
two by two

slide down the
hallway and into
where that beautiful
aroma is seeping
out

grandma stands at the oven
I can smell the apples
there on the counter
freshly picked
I stumble over

grabbing a
granny Smith apple
perfect for
baking

opening the oven
door
there placed in
rows they glimmer
mouthwatering

with a spoon
grandma takes
the juices in the
bottom, pours
over the
apples

sweet juices
baked apples
🍎
© Ann Doerwald