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.
Aww I love this. My Grandmama had a very similar kitchen. 🙂
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Lovely. Brings back memories. ❤
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Thanks!
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Sounds pretty great! You convey that warmth. K.
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Thanks Karin. This actually began as your seven minute wrtie. I didn’t link to IGRT because I didn’t think I’d have time to read everyone else.
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Oh/- sorry you don’t have time but thanks for letting me know. K.
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Actually, never mind that. I’ll link up now. I’m just being a dork.
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There! All set.
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Ah, I also have very special memories of me grandmother’s kitchen. She tried her best to get me to love cooking.
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Haha, that’s funny. My grandma was an unremarkable cook, but the kitchen was so full of…her.
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I really love how you tied it together.. despite it all the importance of was in grandma and grandpa… 🙂
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Right, they made it home. :o)
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Last line rules, and you set it up perfectly.
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Thanks Hedge. I really struggled with the ending.
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I love this. No safer place in the world.
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Thanks MZ
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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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Thanks Rommy. I feel fortunate to have know my grandparents, as my parents were in their 40’s when I was born. I’m happy for your kids.
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I love it. My grandma’s kitchen is dear in my memory as well.
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Thanks Sherry. I bet you are that kind of grandma too!
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Wonderful to read~ I went to my grandparents’ kitchen-this is lovely!
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I’m glad this brought back a nice memory, thanks Ella.
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A flash write to take one home. So nice.
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Thank you Brendan.
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What a lovely memory. What a lovely place to be. Your words are a bit of comfort in the treacherous days we live.
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Thanks Susie. I haven’t been able to process all the current stuff yet. It’s too awful.
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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.
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Nice! Love it. I have one warm grandmother’s kitchen of memory, and another not so much. How strong our memories.
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Thank you Marian. I was much closer to one of my grandma’s too, though both were “good folk.”
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So lovely. I think about my mamaws so much this time of you. This is wonderful.
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Thanks Steph!
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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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Thanks Susieshy. Those memories are a treasure when life and current events get to be too much.
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I am so glad you could pen them down and look back at these writings and remember things as time goes by because human beings have a very bad problem with forgetting memories and good times and hanging on to the bad ones.
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True enough, Susie.
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Happy new week !
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Thanks, you too!
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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,
Sanaa
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Thank you Sanaa!
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I can relate to this poem. We lived with my grandparents for seven years when I was young. Love those memories
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I’m glad this reminds you of such a happy time. We are among the fortunate ones to have such memories.
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