My Mother's Stove
Dedicated to My Moma
My favorite appliance is not my own
or even located inside of my home.
No matter where on this earth I rove,
I gladly returned to my Mother’s stove.
My family lived all over the world
so her stove's colors are memory swirl,
but they all had one trait in common -
ensuring nutrition was never a problem.
My Mother’s stove was like sacred ground
where memories were both kept and found.
There have been accidents and experiments,
all kinds of assorted stove incidents.
There have been familiars, real dinner winners,
dilemmas and treats turning us all into grinners.
Always her stove turned dinners to love
whether they thrilled or illed my taste buds.
My Mother’s stove had the perfect flare
for keeping each member, family aware.
I wish for mealtime recall ever vibrant
that stays my stove-Mother-joy alignment.
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