Sage

[Wjames]

Sage
The smell of my 
         grandmother’s kitchen…

With her 
               in a polyester house dress,
         her skin as soft  do you need this 'her'?
                as the gown’s 
                        colors were bright.
         Her salt and pepper curls salt and pepper could be considered cliche, but it works here I think with the kitchen, sage, etc - used well.
                         in gold hairpins.

         Her sing-songy yodel I don't know if you need the 'sing-songy' descriptor, I've never heard a yodel that isn't sing-songy.
a jumble of
                 mountain stream ramblings,
as vivid flashes 
      of her silly youth don't know if this 'her' is necessary either.
                 tumbled like
                 socks from the dryer
       in her mind’s eye, 
not registering 
                  the view 
                          of the backyard. I like the way you show she is somewhere else, by showing she is not here.

“Oh!” 
            She’d suddenly start
                  “I must have been
                                                 a million miles away”

The warm tomatoes
      paid her no mind.
They kept on ripening
          in her sunny window. This is a lovely ending.

I enjoyed the poem, hopefully some of my thoughts are helpful.