my Uncle Robert taught me how to make grits

because we need a happy poem

somewhere in St. Louis
my Uncle Robert is putting dry grits
in cold water, and slowly stirring
that pot of love

every morning he makes a bowl
for my Aunt Glindera and her sisters
every morning he stirs slow
as the aunties glide into their
daily retirement routine
they've been married for 30+ years
there's some wisdom in those grits
and a love that isn'…