Thoughts of Home

In a house amid the trees

A welcoming abode

There are shiny little wrappers

Nestled neatly in a bowl

Caramels, so soft and sweet

A child is sure to grin

While sitting on my nana's lap

I take the flavor in

She sets aside her knitted yarn

And holds on to my hand

She fills my soul with comfort

In the way a grandma can

Everytime I smell sweet caramel

I feel her loving touch

It reminds me of my nana

Whom I miss so much