Grandma made pancakes this morning.
They were thin and crisp and light.
She came for a visit and leant me a hand
As I prepared and cooked them just right.
My grand girls cannot eat pancakes.
They are gluten and dairy free.
So, I decided to be my own Grandma
And made pancakes especially for me.
Their aroma brought back memories
Of Grandma’s pancakes, lovingly cooked.
She turned her pancakes with a flip of the wrist.
My tastebuds were entirely hooked.
These days people eat differently
Times have changed and so have we.
People are health and weight conscious.
They do not eat so frivolously.
Over the years, my meals became healthier.
But, I still remember those home cooked meals.
So, as my Granddaughters eat gluten free salad,
I eat pancakes for the love that I feel.
Thanks Grandma Esther and Grandma Annie.
You were each such a wonderful cook.
You taught me how Grandmas expressed their love,
Right out of a recipe book!