Precarious

Marshmallow
diamond
tangerine
coal
sets me down
that pebbled road
when grandma ran
a noisy household.
On a paltry sum
we had feasts
sleep embraced us
on fireless floor.

Her magic held us glued
till we wanted more.
We’d outgrown the comfort
of one room floor.

Orange atop plasticine
marshmallow,
coal;
embers of her love
still keeps us all
from the cold.