At Grandma's House

I've been good,

I've been good ALL DAY.

Won't someone notice?

Aunt Linda asks:

“Do you want a special cup for your tea?”

She knows the answer, of course,

And opens the china closet with the key,

As Grandma looks on.

I agonize over the choice

finally picking a white cup with roses

rimmed with gold, and its matching saucer.

I sit at the table looking at the cup and saucer,

Not even breathing hard

For fear they might break before Aunt Linda pours the tea.

©Michelle R. Owings-Christian, November 6, 2009

(I hardly know what to call these.  Creative non-fiction -- maybe, but I'm not adding anything that didn't happen.  Memoir -- maybe, because it is what I lived.  I think I will call them Anecdotes until I find something better.  I am writing these for my great niece, Rose, who is two years old, and deserves to know about this side of the family, of whom I alone am left.)