High atop a tree
The creek looks so far away
Live in the moment
Depression era
Wild spring onions are a treat
Crawdads make fine stew
Momma makes biscuits
Daddy smokes the hogs and fish
Granny says, don’t sass
Learn to sew your clothes
Work the fields to earn your pay
Thank God, you’re alive
She talks of her youth
Grateful for what life taught her
And that she can share
©2017 Annette Rochelle Aben
Annette Rochelle Aben 
Oh those memories… Nicely portrayed!
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Thanks, Bette. We were talking today and she was telling me all about the wild spring onions. It’s a delight to have her around to “school” me about life in the deep South, where she was born and raised. ❤
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Great memories! ❤
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She is such a joy! She’s got sweet potato pies read to back tomorrow and cornbread to prepare with greens for Thanksgiving. Makes my mouth water just listening to her. at 87 years old… she’s a trooper! ❤
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Awww, what a sweetheart. ❤
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My mom was a child during the great depression. The feel of your poem reminds me of her experiences.
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Oh, how cool. Aunt Marion is a lady from my church and she has been “family’ since 1992. I love her to bits.
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That really teaches us contentment. Thank you for sharing, Annette 💖
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She shines when relating her life down South. I hang on every word!
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What a blessing 💖
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Beautiful and what a nostalgic moment. Great poem, Annette.
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Thank you. It makes me want to pay more attention to every story she tells me. ❤
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Welcome and yes absolutely true
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What a beautiful expression. How amazing to still have your grandmother, Annette. YES, pay attention to every detail in every story she relates!
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She is the closest thing to a Grandmother I have ever had. And yes, I am blessed to have her in my life. ❤
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