For Grammie

My summers were filled with
The light of your house,
The sound of your voice,
The smell of your cookies,
The familiar rooms I always returned to.
When my year was always different,
You were always there to welcome us home,
Our home away from home. I loved watching
You tend to your flowers as my sister and
I ran through the clothes hanging on the line 
To dry in the cool morning breeze. 
You passed your love of words
Down to my mother and then me. 
Together, we would wander the shelves
At the library then spend the afternoon
Being entertained by books
As we sat in the living room,
Watching the rain fall outside.
We would watch movies and
Game shows after dinner.
Your cat who was scared
Of us would cautiously enter
The room and make her way
To your lap. I could hear her purr,
Happy at home in your presence.