Grandma's (Posted April 30, 2022)

A short story about my Grandma's house, and how I felt at a specific time. Please use the following link to listen to the music while you read. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bn-ERrsr_wk

She drove the car up to the garage then stopped. My tiny right foot was first to the ground, then the left. Eager, I walked towards the front door. My older sister flicked me on the ear as she passed by. Wide eyed, my smile split and a light unforced laugh came out, as I chased after her. My heart swelled with happiness, and love.

The afternoon sun shimmered off the freshly cut green grass, dark red roses; purple faced petunias, and all the other flowers I couldn’t name that lined my grandmother’s walkway.

They smelled sweet, and of lavender. The breeze was fresh, as it swept quickly over my body.

While the giant maple trees she put into worked soil years before my birth stood strong, and tall in the front yard.

With a huge jump up the steps, my sister and I played as we reached the top of the porch. I used my right hand to twist myself around one of the two-by-fours that stabilized the roof above the outside sitting area. All my weight on my heels, I spun round and round. Giggling. Calm, unafraid, I trusted the wood.

 No doubt, I knew that the beam would hold me, just as I knew the man who used a hammer and nails to create part of this home would have held me too, as he once held my own mother.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful story shared dear Audie.
"With a huge jump up the steps, my sister and I played as we reached the top of the porch. I used my right hand to twist myself around one of the two-by-fours that stabilized the roof above the outside sitting area. All my weight on my heels, I spun round and round. Giggling. Calm, unafraid, I trusted the wood."
I love and I understand the above lines. Thank you for sharing the amazing story and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Audie G. Couch]

Thanks Coyote,
I had a deep desire to share this piece for it was one of the happiest moments in my life. I love my grandmother very much, and since she is no longer on this earthly plain I hold onto the memories I have of her, and her home very tightly.
A.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Audie and I enjoyed the story.

[Robert Haigh]

A warmly written piece of prose. The love and respect flow easily in these lines. A pleasure to read.

[Audie G. Couch]

Thanks Robert. =-)