Grandma's Kitchen

Wood burning
In a Franklin stove-
The smell of yeast
And rising dough-
Lace curtains
Fluttering- 
In an open window
Where soft
Ocean breezes blow-
With the scent of
The wild rose-
Pastel rainbows
Dancing
On the walls-
Reflections made
Where sunbeams
Fall-
Upon a crystal vase
Where lilacs bloom-
And fill the room-
With lavender
Perfume-

Heaven!
Here on earth-
But a thought away-
In a place where love
Was made-
In that old house
In grandma’s kitchen-
High above
The Fundy Bay-
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Davis Avatar
February 6, 2009 at 10:39 AM
Beautiful imaginary. When I close my eyes I can picture the entire setting. Wonderfully done- Monique
Ingle Avatar
February 1, 2009 at 4:44 PM
That Franklin stove sounds warm..The good old days, when power outages were not even a concern to most. The invention of electrical devices has spoiled us all. I've been without electric for 3 days and thought I was dying..lol...I had to go and stay at my sisters 3 nights. That ice storm caused havoc here in Louisville Kentucky. It feels so good to get to use this computer again. I really love this writing of yours and other ones too. Thanks for your comments on mine. Lawrence in Lou. Ky.
Paarlberg Avatar
August 10, 2008 at 7:09 PM
It's a little gem. It reminds me of the reminiscence in a poem my great uncle wrote about his mother. I think it's called, "As My Mother Brushed Her Hair." 'Describes how he hid under the table watching her as she looked into a mirror and brushed her hair. I'd love to share it sometime, but I'm not sure how to go about that. Anyway, many compliments.
Foulk Avatar
August 1, 2008 at 11:06 AM
beautiful piece of poetry. reminds me of my grandma, she had a franklin stove. that i remember her putting coal in there, that she got from her goal pin. the coal man would deliver it. this poem really touched my heart and brought back memories. thank you for sharing.
Jordan Avatar
June 12, 2008 at 6:49 AM
Elaine what a beautiful poem about a wonderful place so well penned - This poem reminded me of my own grandmother and the comfort I felt at her home - wonderful poetry Elaine
Dawood Avatar
June 11, 2008 at 2:51 AM
Ah, sweet memories and well loved smells. Nice poem - Brought back memories for me too!!1 Peace Fathima
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