Gramma's Floor

[SylvrFlwr]

Here I lay still,
a child under the dinning room table
breathing in the blended scent
of gardenias and clean laundry,
expensive perfume and bacon grease,
of lemon cake, coffee, and candles.

Everything is sunlight, blue carpet,
modern with retro interior design
scattered in the carefree, crank up the radio
and sing-about-a-Raggmopp style
we love like multicolored polka dots
meat loaf sandwiches and Shirley Temple.

She sits with me on the floor
playing Husker-Du and Bingo late into the morning
while there are still breakfast dishes in the sink,
surrendering Dum-Dum lollipops
when I win, the light jingle
of the charm bracelet she promises will be mine.

[Selski]

I love it!

Sarah