In my great grandma's kitchen, memories abound,
As she lovingly makes me cheese toast, my favorite sound.
The butter sizzles, the cheese melts just right,
A simple snack, a childhood delight.
Her hands seasoned with love and care,
Creating a dish beyond compare.
The smell wafts through the air, oh so sweet,
A treat made with tradition, a family feat.
I'll always cherish these moments, so pure,
Great grandma's cheese toast, forever secure.
About the Creator
Twyla
Creative Writer | Currently writing my debut novel | Single mom of one handsome son | Full-time employee | Full-time college student | Love writing horror and fantasy | I write for myself and share with you guys! Hope you enjoy it. 🖤
Comments (2)
Mmmm, I can almost smell it and taste it! Loved your yummy poem!
Yes! Wonderful - my mom made "open-faced" grilled cheese - a piece of bread with cheese and bacon, under the broiler in the oven - sort of like your cheese toast, YUM!