Kneading
I remember Grandma's kitchen
When I was a newlywed.
To learn to cook was important
But not as important as what was said.
As she kneaded bread on the counter,
Teaching me how to cook,
I learned so many important things
That didn't come from a book.
Side by side we would stand
Kneading bread as we chatted on.
We talked of life and love
And how sometimes things went wrong.
I was blessed to have a Grandma
Who was always there for me.
I still get teary-eyed
When in my memory I see
The two of us, side by side
In a kitchen, so very small,
Whether baking pies or kneading bread
Or not even cooking at all.
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