Grandma’s Cooking

Grandmama had it all, she saw all of us looking. We just never ever had enough of grandmama’s cooking.

Walked in the house and none of us could hardly wait. Before the food was even ready yeah I got a plate.

I look forward to these holiday get togethers. The grown ups sit together while the kids misfit together.

While the grandfather clock clicks it’s own chimes. All my family reminisces on old times.

Talking about who made it out of grandmama’s rules of the house bubble, but got caught and got in trouble.

Uncles and aunties havin’ a card game while the music’s playing. All night? All right because we plan on staying.

The young folks played ball outside. Inside the grown folks watch it. Little kids run through the house as grandma tells them to stop it.

Everyone sharing stories about who was too cool for school and which of us was the biggest fool.

Grandmama got the turkey cookin’ and she asked me to check it. She knows she’ll perfect it and when it’s ready to eat the whole family will wreck it.

Cornbread is cookin’ good. Macaroni baked to perfection with the mash potatoes all lookin’ good.

Been waitin’ all month for this Thanksgiving showdown. Food almost ready? Yeah you know we bout to throw down.

As the food cools off grandmama knows we’re in love with the aroma that’ll put us in a food coma.

While the rest of the family is styling and profiling. Grandmama is looking at us all smiling.

Grandmama’s cooking is more than a meal for us. It represents the foundation that she built for us.

She made us everything we are should I say some more? I think I should, she gave a lot we should be thankful for.

Grandmama’s cooking was a hug and a kiss. Loving and maternal bliss that we all miss.

We gather at the dinner table while grandmama says grace. Happy that the whole family is back in her place.

Break out the turkey, mash potatoes, macaroni and ham. Don’t forget the sweet potato pie, cranberry sauce and the yams.

Grandmama’s cooking is her form of love that raised us. When the world was a hard place her cooking saved us.

Grandmama’s cooking is a gift that defines us. Living proof that she’ll always be behind us.

Grandmama’s cooking will always get old. That’s a beautiful thing because her cooking is medicine for the soul.