In a hutch sits my Grandma’s dishes
Color, green; pattern, Cabbage Rose
During the depression were giveaways
Were found in soapboxes, I suppose
They were her favorite set of dishes
Used only when they entertained
Otherwise, they sat and gathered dust
“Too good for daily use,” she explained
I can remember that on thanksgiving
The table would be set with them
The green against the white tablecloth
Each piece looked like a sparkling gem
She loved her depression glass dishes
Used them carefully with pride
I remember asking Mom could I have them
Not long after my Grandma died
Now they sit regally in our hutch
Waiting to be used once again
Sometimes I stand and reminisce
Remembering golden times back when
I can still see Grandma in my mind
Washing her green dishes with care
Brings those memories flooding back
Of the good times that we shared