Mother's Kitchen Thoughts of Mother's kitchen Often drift through my mind The wonderful aromas there Her loving heart so kind A bubbling pot of pinto beans The cornbread golden brown Were staples in our daily lives Hers was the best around Rice pudding in the gravy bowl Browned meringue in little swirls Tiny beads of sugared moisture formed And they looked like precious pearls Sometimes, we'd have fried chicken And nary a part was wasted Reese liked the back; Cheryl ate the neck How good that chicken tasted It took a whole lot of cooking To keep nine bellies filled When Mother made her blackberry cake Nine people sure were thrilled Mother did lots of baking too And taught the girls to cook Most of her recipes were in her head And never came from any book It excited her to get a new cook stove A kitchen table or a linoleum rug Our house had no running water But that old kitchen was clean and snug We didn't have a huge variety But we always had enough Our dear Daddy worked so hard And still the times were rough In the summertime, we had the garden And it gave us lots more to eat Nobody cooked vegetables like Mother Gritted bread was a family treat The pungent smells of holiday cooking Sweet images I will always remember The hustle and bustle in the kitchen From Thanksgiving through December I don't know how Mother managed Thinking about it in retrospect Instilling in us the values she did That, to this day, we all respect Kathleen McCoy Eldridge© September 19, 2006 All Rights Reserved

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