Grandmas Kitchen

I remember the aroma of grandmas kitchen
red beans and cornbread
still fills my head
fried potatoes,chow chow, garden tommatoes
she tended with loving care.i
ce tea, pecan pie
prepared with love and a smile
her apron on with old fashioned flower print
never a hint
that it was work at all
 as she smiled and sang an old gospel tune
looked like she was having a ball
we always said grace at table well prepared
 mason jars filled with honey
bounty from her garden
 and fruit trees as well.
the aroma of grandmas kitchen
 I can still smell
up before anyone
her day began before sunrise

I wake up to the smell of home made bisquits
now I realize
how much she had shown me
how much she wanted me to know
when she spoke of the Lord she had a glow
the aroma of grandmas kitchen
where love flowed.
 © 2007 2009 Howard C Holbert