Sonnet 5 - Sunday at Grandma's

Sunday at Grandma’s was ham and yams and
collard greens, deviled eggs and birthday cake,
sugared rosettes adorning the top. Unplanned
fishing trips before dark could cloak the creek.

A bull frog croaked a sad soliloquy
Until, joined by others, he lapsed into
Taciturn reflection of dusk and the
dragonflies above the water. Did you

find my cat’s-eye marble, beneath careless
feet compressed into that loamy bank? I
never once came back home less than a mess.
Grandma loved me and would hug and cry

As I got in the car. Driving away
I’d cry, too – I’d be in school come Monday.



((Lunabee34’s Challenge Words: taciturn, collard greens, soliloquy, rosette, compressed, loamy, curvature - I'm missing that last one))