The Taste of Love

When I was young, with Mom I’d go,

To Gramma’s house. In sun or snow,

And there, in Gramma’s kitchen, find,

A treasure ‘f I was so inclined

Of wondrous foods. Such tasty fare,

I’d spend most waking minutes there,

And bask in what I understood

Was Gramma’s love. T’was sweet and good!

Then as the years went rolling past,

My own kids did appear at last,

And oft’ I took then with me when,

I went to my mom’s house. Therein

We’d find all sorts of yummy stuff,

In Gramma’s kitchen. N’er enough

To ever have them say, “We’re done!

I’m sure ‘elsewhere’ will be more fun!”

Cause just like me, they understood

That Gramma’s love bore tasty food.

And now, a gramma I’ve become,

I, cookies bake, or cakes of crumb,

Or breads or soups of boundless mien,

To feed the hordes when we convene,

And how I love to see the grins,

As they all eat, cause Gramma wins,

Why, just today my Twizzle said,

“I just love eating Gramma’s bread!”

And Emma-Gem of stature, small,

Said, “Gramma’s kitchen’s best of all!”

What have I learned from the above?

That Gramma’s kitchen just means ‘LOVE’

Photo Credit: Karen of bakinginatornado.com

Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,
With poetry, we all besought
To try to make the week begin
With gentle thoughts,
Perhaps a grin?
So Karen, Charlotte, Mimi, me
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And now you’ve read what we have wrought…
Did we help?
Or did we not?

Next week please come join with us,

As we all talk about The Bus!

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Topics for the next few weeks (with a huge thank-you to Mimi, who comes up with so many of them!)

Grandma's Kitchen (November 13) Today!

The Bus (November 20)

A Pet's Life (November 27)

Shoes (December 4)

Winter (December 11)

Cookies (December 18)

Christmas/Hanukkah/Holidays (Dec. 25)

The Future (January 1 My last Poetry Monday)