Poem 6

Sunday’s at Granny

I love Sunday’s at granny’s it is the best

 Granny gets up in the morning cooks but doesn’t rest

But before you go in to have a seat you smell:

Cabbage

And cornbread

And roast

 And steak

You hear people talking while sitting

Laughing

And smiling

Having a wonderful time

Granny makes the best food I’ve ever tasted

People come over to granny’s Sunday evening

And great conversation

Tasty food

You’ll never forget

What a Sunday you’ve had

That will always never be bad.

This poem is inspired by “Knoxville Tennessee” by Nikki Giovanni.