Anna...I loved this one! You start off by introducing all the mod cons we now take for granted and a lot will not know of a live before them...then you paint such a lovely picture of you grandmother's kitchen and the food that was actually prepared there and not taken from a cardboard box and stuck in a microwave...

Only slight suggestion I can offer...in the last line...unless you meant to repeat the first line of the poem to reinforce what you're saying...I suggest changing it to

I am from the golden days

This brought me back to my childhood making Apple pies from scratch with my grandmother. Once we even borrowed sugar from a neighbor and others thought we were crazy. I have always been jealous ofthe generation my grandparents lived in, while it had to be a struggle, things were just simpler back then. Now everything is too muddled. I miss my grandparents and their good ole day stories!

This is amazing! We as a society need this back!. . We have way too many privlages, and kids just throw it all away, hate their familes. . Party, drive drunk, it's terrible. I enjoyed this though 5/5:)

This is creative and unique, it speaks to the audience and leaves a fun tone. It shows a part of you that most wouldn't see and it brought a smile to my face. Excellent piece :)

Anna, you have described the olden days so beautifully ... for me 90's are the olden days... I feel nostalgic while reading your poem... So much warmth and gentleness in your words ... exactly reflecting the feeling of those golden days :D

//egg gathering
butter churning
sowing, reaping and tilling....
from and of
the soil
//
They still do this in my grandmother's place :D nothing tastes like the homemade butter :D

//I am from my grandmother's kitchen
crusty bread and gooseberry pies
family suppers
hand-washed dishes

// how beautiful!!! :D i just loved reading these lines :D

Brilliant and adorable poem :D