Polish Grandma- A Poem

 Polish Grandma

Cabbage and Potatoes.

I think of you. Big

dinner table, so full 

we had to use folding chairs 

just to fit everyone. 


Pierogies and Sauerkraut.
A family dinner. 

Pork? Some kind of meat.. 


“Eat some more! You’re too skinny”

“Look at you, do your parents ever feed you?” 

I turn red, 

“Grandma, don’t embarrass me.” 


Newspapers sprawled on the table

Judge Judy’s voice booming

from the family room 

Everyone shouting 

Talking over each other 

Laughter 

The dog barks

You slip him a buttery roll 

under the table. 

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