grandma’s brownies
the best snack in the world
when grandma’s brownies
laid on the counter
fresh and hot
and sending a warmth like no other
wafting deliciously through the kitchen
i pulled two chairs up close to the oven
one for me, one for her
she would laugh and sit beside me
and we sat and talked and laughed
and waited
ten excruciating minutes later
i helped her cut them
into eight large, soft squares
after i licked the melted chocolate
off the knife
until it was clean
two plates, white and paper
two forks of silver
two squares, two brownies, still hot
two tall glasses of milk, icy cold
on the brown oak table
under the dim lamplight
one bite with closed eyes
and i was in heaven
soft and chewy
melty chocolate
filling my mouth
pure perfection
bliss in every bite
i opened my eyes
and saw my grandma with hers closed
and i knew
she could send herself to the same bliss
that same place she sends me
About the Creator
angela hepworth
Hello! I’m Angela and I love writing fiction—sometimes poetry if I’m feeling frisky. I delve into the dark, the sad, the silly, the sexy, and the stupid. Come check me out!
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Comments (3)
Mmmmm, I can almost smell and taste those brownies! Ahhh, craving for them now! Loved your poem!
Hi Angela! Glad to meet a fellow Brownie lover. You did the dessert real justice here!!
I love Grandma stories and poems, but add chocolate=WINNER