Pearl's Kitchen
I came during the early boom,
sledding close to the spring.
It was surely a sixties theme.
Mom in the kitchen down in the valley
surrounded by red and white walls.
Colorful beads jangled down from a track,
dividing two rooms and a hall.
Family and friends were always welcomed,
for love and support was skin deep.
Uncle Don would stop by with a rabbit and fowl,
for mom to cook and then eat.
My eyes bucked wide
as I watched from the side,
the rabbit being fried,
the fowl was smothered
then into the oven for just an hour or so.
Mom would be humming.
Uncle Don would be stuttering.
While I wondered is that us?
My uncle SQ, a brother of the fam
was next to come into Pearl's kitchen.
Hat on his head, he was surely the man
and aways a new woman in hand
Papa got a brand new bag.
Along came aunt Thelma, the baby of her family
and surely a proper lady
set tables and standards for us to follow
and dangled long earrings forever.
Next came aunt Eunice, the family wises and gentle as a lamb.
My ace of spades, partner at times, who all that came
and tried to beat, would dare accuse us of a cheat.
I am my momma's baby, the shadow of my daddy
I love to cook with family and friends,
helping those in need, I love the feed,
and met love at a very young age.
My heart is huge and laden with compassion
while mankind is evolving, and acting so badly.
No time to judge whether it's you or us,
for this world is for all to love and be loved
and that's just the way it is in Pearl's kitchen.
Copyright © Yolanda Scott | Year Posted 2018
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