Jeanette Cheezum’s most recent poem to appear here was “Memories” (August 2016) 

That Little Girl
By Jeanette Cheezum

With strands of blond hair, big green eyes and pudgy cheeks;
a two year old was left to live in Grandma’s kitchen.

She bathed in the big sideboard porcelain sink and slept on
a roll-a-way bed in the corner. Two sides open and two protected
by the old walls. Babies need to know not to fall out of bed.

Strict orders practiced in that kitchen, Grandma had her routine.
No room for babies to be in the way.

As she grew and her momma’s visits were less that once a week; she cried into her pillow night after night, hoping for the day when she could live with her momma like the other kids at school. When that day finally came she was happy for a month then prayed that God would send her back to Grandma’s kitchen

But, the roll-a-way bed was gone and there was no room for her anymore. Besides, the sink was too small for a ten year old.