A quick poem

Hoping on a possibility that

Some real old fashion, buttermilk biscuits with Grandma's sopping molasses and crispy piece of fatback, old fashion breakfast like I was that little bitty girl with my Buster Brown shoes and neatly ironed, cotton, pleated dresses. I can see my Grandma buttering the biscuits down and telling me to⁶pouring  me a tiny glass of milk she'd ⁶Make sure your eye aren't bigger than your tiny stomach, don't be greedy & save some for me!"