Grandmother's Sunday Tradition

Grandmother dressed up in her Sunday’s best

Adorned in beautiful flowing vintage

Pretty pinks, cornflower blues, in soft hues

Hand sewn from cloth flour sacks, she had saved

Scented with lilac and freshly ironed

Shined in her beautiful calico dress

Grandmother’s hair, neatly rolled, tucked, and pinned

Face, freshly scrubbed, pink cheeks, without makeup

Eyes bright, filled with love for her family

Hands soft to touch, but toughened from hard work

Bible tucked under arm with purse in hand

She marched with determination to church

Grandmother’s Sunday dinner fit for kings

Luscious homemade pies with meringue peaked high

Golden fried chicken cooked to perfection

Garden fresh vegetables and cornbread, too

The table graced with family and friends

Joined hand in hand to give thanks to the Lord

Grandmother’s old pump organ singing praise

In tune with grandfather’s fiddling charm

Tenors, bass, and falsettos, harmonize

Children join in with swirling merriment

A patchwork of musical worshiping

Old fashioned, foot stomping, Southern gospel

Grandmother, loving and strong in spirit

Watchful eye of a guardian angel

Rocked her grandbabies to God’s lullabies

Cared for her family with heart and soul

Rejoiced faithfully to celebrate life

Bestowed in us, her Sunday tradition

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Written in remembrance of my grandmother.

Special thanks to Loyd Taylor for the use of this lovely art.

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