Tina teaches me how to write prose and transform it into a poem. I didn’t get to the poem part, though I tried because I wanted to write a piece about PB&J for the potluck. Here’s what I wrote at the Summer Institute:
Love is Sundays at Grandma’s after church. We’d rip off our
Sunday clothes and bum a ride or walk to Grandma’s.
I would burst through her front door
and into her warm arms. My cousins were there,
too, sitting at the foot of her recliner listening to stories
till snack time
when an older kid would
go into the kitchen, pull down Grandma’s homemade strawberry jelly
and the Jif
while us younger kids got in line to claim our sandwiches.
Looking back, those peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were
riches Grandma gave to her family.
