Granny’s PJ’s

I used to wear my granny’s PJ’s.

I remember them from early days.

A backscratcher and a 4-legged tub,

And bubbles popped as I would rub.

A towel for just my hands and face

And a bigger towel, my arms to embrace.

A powder puff that felt so good,

I’d pat myself as she said I should.

After my bath we’d sit and chat

Over a little late-night snack.

These are why my granny is to me

Like honey is to a bee.


Joyce Lynn Eggleston

Written in Shreveport, LA – 1992

Inspired by my granny, Sarah Opal Hurst.

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