Downstairs: An Ode To My Grandma Shirley
A recliner in the corner
Replaced once a year by the Christmas tree
A ploy to give a massage for a quarter
Bonding with a grandma
Learning to crochet
Downstairs was where it all happened, one of my favorite places.
If I bothered her she never told me so–so I stayed.
There was no place better than downstairs.