Whenever I’m lonesome for Grandma,

I heat up the frying pan.

I mix up some pancake batter.

stirring as fast as I can.

Grandma had an old wood stove,

 the perfect place to make,

the thin and delicious delicacy

we called Swede pancakes.

She let the pan get good and hot,

then spread a bit of butter.

She would pour in the pancake mix,

which would cause my heart to flutter.

Brown them first on one side, 

flip them to the other.

Slide them hot onto my plate,

I love you dear Grandmother!

JJB copyright 10/2/2015