Grandma’s kitchen-
Sweat and rising dough to
Forget alphabets and lullabies,
Forget exams and teachers;
Had we followed any instructions,
It would not have been
Grandma’s kitchen.
A gallery of smells,
A history etched on unwashed dishes,
A constellation of clutter-
Grandma’s kitchen.
In this sanctuary from our troubles we would pass,
But one day we will pass
Away, far away from when
We used to pass by
Grandma’s kitchen.