Grandma’s Kitchen

Grandma’s kitchen
was not tidy or spotless
the linoleum was worn
and the cabinets had seen better days

but Grandma’s kitchen
smelled of Heaven-
of fresh baked bread
and safety
and story books
with happy endings.

Grandma’s kitchen
always held some special treasure:
shining jars of red currant jelly
iridescent blue feathers
a speckled stone,
or even a cardboard box
full of kittens.

But best of all in
Grandma’s kitchen
was Grandma and Grandpa

This was written in response to a prompt from Karin over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.  She asked us to try just writing, nomaterwhat, for seven minutes.  The take whatever we have from that and work with it.  This is a technique for helping get through writers’ block.  Click on the link and check out what others have written.


41 thoughts on “Grandma’s Kitchen

  1. Aw! I never got to know either set of grandparents very well (though at least I got to know my paternal grandmother a bit when she moved to the US), but I am glad my kids have their grandparents as an active part of their lives. This is such a sweet poem.

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  2. Your grandmother was special. Weren’t they all. I don”t remember a thing about my grandmother’s kitchen or her doings except that we had many talks. One got me in trouble.


  3. Mary,
    What a lovely tribute to your grandparents, who made you, you. Thank you for sharing.I had a grandmother and of course, her kitchen and her inevitable recipes, the smells and tastes of which still linger in my heart and sometimes in my mouth.
    Beautiful memories !

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  4. This is such a heart warming poem Mary ❤ especially love "shining jars of red currant jelly, iridescent blue feathers. a speckled stone." Beautifully penned 🙂 Thank you so much for participating 🙂

    Lots of love,

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