GRANDMA'S
RED
- CHECKERED
TABLE
CLOTH
Oh I've
memories sweet of grandma's house
And I
sometimes shed a tear
When I
think of the red-checkered table cloth
On my
grandma's table each year.
Yes so
many things I can still recall
Like the
pies that she would bake
There was
Pumpkin, Cherry and Dutch-apple too
And her
own pie crusts she'd make.
Now don't
ask me why for I couldn't explain
But a
memory I treausre today
Is grandma's
red-checkered table cloth
There beneath
all the goodies it lay.
To me
it represents what I've always known
That old-fashioned
ways are the best
Home-made
pies and home-made fudge
Yes my
mother, she passed that test.
For mama
she taught me many things
Like humming
'round the kitchen each day
She was
proud to be a good housewife
Taught her
daughter the old-fashioned way.
She said
' The 'easy way' - not always good
As the
'harder way' can be a treat
For when
'saving time' we can often miss
That blessing
of the heart so sweet. '
My Grandma's
kitchen always smelled so good
How she
loved to bake those pies
I'm glad
she taught my mother so well
That a
Godly woman's happy and wise.
So as
I think back, comes a little smile
From a
memory so warm and soft
Yes I'll
always remember with fondness of
Grandma's
red-checkered table cloth.
Author/Poem
written by:
Tammy Boatman-Young
November
2003

