Grandma's Kitchen

My Grandma would always be sitting at the kitchen table,

Drinking a beer from the can

Always ready with a hug from an awkward child

She always would cook what I asked for to eat,

Whether it was fried chicken or hominy with sauerkraut

Telling my mom that I’d eat normally when I got older

The kitchen always had the smell of pine-sol, lemons, and sugar cookies

Pinesol from mopping

Lemons from washing the dishes

Sugar cookies because she baked the softest ones around.

Walls covered in fruit

Windows letting in the light

A nice, warm, welcoming place

The family gathered at the table to talk

Because Grandma was the center of our lives

She was a lap for the babies

A shoulder for the criers

Always ready with a smile

Gently teaching me my ABC's

My Grandma made the kitchen a happy place full of memories

That will never be forgotten.

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