Hazels Kitchen

HAZELS KITCHEN How many meals have we children eaten there? Although possible to count, it’s vaporized in thin air. Zilch is not the number and we don’t have a clue, Eating was foremost but mom had other offerings too. Longing as we do for her kitchen’s sights and sounds, Scarcely any scraps ever left for neighboring hounds. Kings’ never ate better and it’s very easy to see, I just look in the mirror at the extra inches on me. This little lady knew more than just how to cook. Calmly speaking without hesitation or a second look, “Heavenly Father, bless this food.” reverential in mood. Each word gave us a lesson, in her non-musical etude. Now mom cooks in heaven waiting for us to arrive.