Crowded as a fish market
With walls as white as a glass of milk
It is a place of love
Where everyone helps each other
Old dishes from her childhood
But more modern than before
It is a place of kindness
Where things are kept very clean
And young girls hold their secret chit chats
And give advice to each other
That is my Grandma’s kitchen
By Yagana
Yagana,
I love your Grandmother´s Kitchen! What a powerful place. Love. Kindness. Secret chit-chats. I remember well the fragrance of baking bread in my own Grandmother´s kitchen on the Atlantic seaboard. Kitchens are wonderful Loving and Living spaces. Creative places. Thankyou.
Thank you so much
!
Hello,
I love the peace and calm of this poem. The line about walls as white as a glass of milk is wonderful and reminds us that there will be less frightening times and your families will be safe. Keep writing these peoms, Yagana.
Love, Miss Mary
Beautiful imagery! I felt like I was there with you. Lovely writing.