A Grandmother's Kitchen

Powdered fingers and nose,

Apron tied ‘round her waist,

Busy fingers plump dough,

In her care-free haste.

Her smile smoothes her wrinkles,

Bringing a twinkle to her eye,

While the kettle sings gently,

Her hands always ply.

Cookies fresh from the oven,

Windowsill full of pies,

While the fresh morning breeze,

Cool the sweets with a sigh.

A song on her lips,

Skirts rustle around,

Bustling feet turn gaily,

Ne’er sweeter a sound.

Come remember these moments,

So warm and so dear,

Of Gran’ in the kitchen,

Comfort-sounds ever near.

~Anna Michael~