Grandma Cheryl's Place
by Cheryl J. Howell
May 2002, revised August 11, 2012
Once upon a sweet time...
At the Woods of Monroe,
That's where our Grandma lives—​
Just in case you don't know.

Lots of apartments there,
Some are short and some tall—​​​​
​​​​​​​​​​​She lives in number 12
And number 12 is small.

There's a rabbit called Pete
Who hops around nearby,
A couple red cardinals
Stop for birdseed and fly.

The highway is just up the hill
Where trucks go by so near,
You can watch the parade
And hear them loud and clear.

We baked cookies one day.
Now we all did our job,
One sliced the cookie dough,
One sprinkled red sugar
           ​(sometimes a gob)!

Such good little bakers!
Our Grandma was so proud.
We fixed a plate "to go"—​​​​​​​​​​​​​
Our Mama smiled out loud.

Photo by G.W. Grimm-Howell
Webster Groves, Missouri
Maybe another time...
We can bake some more again,
Have a picnic, or party
Where the tea is "just pretend."​

​​There's a John Deere tractor
Special for us when we play
With tools to pull behind—​​​​​​
All you need to bale hay.​

Then there's a tea party set
We can play with (or not).
The tea pot plays a song,
"I'm a Little Tea Pot."

Grandma likes to see us
Come knocking on her door.
She says it makes her glad
And wants to see us more.

See you later, Grandma!
Bye for now, we must go.
​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​It's been fun to see you,
We know you love us so.​

© 2012 Cheryl J. Howell. All rights reserved.Once