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The Garden Steps
It was the garden steps up to Grandma's front door,
the only one in the family with a green thumb.
It was Grandma's cabin every Holiday,
the sunlight off of the golden Cedarwood in the mornings
It was the adults going cross country skiing,
having to stay back with my cousins because we were not big enough.
It was sitting next to grandma while playing Spoons and Dominos,
not knowing how to play, that didn't matter.
It was gathering around the Christmas tree,
presents piled taller than I was.
It was the smell of a Thanksgiving dinner,
nothing could beat dinner at grandmas.
It was the late nights of happiness,
because at grandmas there was no bedtime.
It was the early morning trip to the Amish bakery,
smelling the freshly baked bread from outside.
It was the fear of a disease I didn't know,
visiting grandma at UW Cancer center at Prohealth care.
It was the for sale sign outside the home that held our family,
becoming the home that is no longer ours
It was a phone call from my uncle on the everyday drive home from school,
knowing something was wrong by my mother's face.
It was my first funeral
My heart falling to my feet looking up to seeing nothing but faces full of tears
It is memories from these times
holding our family together each family gathering.
It is wishing we could go back
But we can no longer walk the garden steps up to grandma's house.
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