In a hutch sits my Grandma’s dishes
Color, green; pattern, Cabbage Rose
During the depression were giveaways
Were found in soapboxes, I suppose
They were her favorite set of dishes
Used only when they entertained
Otherwise, they sat and gathered dust
“Too good for daily use,” she explained
I can remember that on thanksgiving
The table would be set with them
The green against the white tablecloth
Each piece looked like a sparkling gem
She loved her depression glass dishes
Used them carefully with pride
I remember asking Mom could I have them
Not long after my Grandma died
Now they sit regally in our hutch
Waiting to be used once again
Sometimes I stand and reminisce
Remembering golden times back when
I can still see Grandma in my mind
Washing her green dishes with care
Brings those memories flooding back
Of the good times that we shared
The Hoosier Wordsmith contains short stories and poetry pertaining to life’s experiences and trials. The content contains varying subject matter from humor, satire, patriotism and God’s everlasting love.
Tuesday, June 28, 2022
GRANDMA'S DISHES
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