Grandma's kitchen...A memory...
Grandma’s kitchen, a place of warmth and love,
A place of memories, stories, and hugs.
The sweet smell of cinnamon and sugar,
The aroma of freshly baked muffins and pies.
The warmth of the oven, and the light of the sun,
The sound of laughter and conversation to come.
The countertops, spotless and clean,
Filled with homemade jams and preserves, so serene.
The kitchen table, surrounded by chairs,
Filled with family, food, and joyful laughter to share.
The wooden floor, polished and bright,
A home for dancing and singing late into the night.
Grandma’s kitchen, a place of warmth and love,
A place of memories, stories, and hugs.
It smells of warm biscuits and cinnamon rolls
The walls are covered with pictures of old
The memories of life, stories untold
The counters are cluttered, with dishes and more
The pots and pans are old, but still sturdy and sure
The wood floors creak, as we walk around
Chattering with each other, without a sound
The table is sturdy, with a bright red cover
Where Grandma loves to share stories about her life over
The air is heavy with the scents of her cooking
It's the heart of the family, where everyone is looking
In Grandma's kitchen, we all come together
It's a place of comfort, where we can be forever
The warmth of her laughter, the joy that she brings
This is why we love spending time in Grandma's kitchen
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