IWM serial ID: 00255

I remember the aroma
of grandmas kitchen
red beans and cornbread
still fills my head

fried potatoes
chow chow
garden tommatoes
she tended
with loving care

ice tea
pecan pie
prepared with love and a smile

her apron on
with old fashioned
flower print

never a hint
that it was work at all

as she smiled
and sang
an old gospel tune

looked like
she was having a ball

we always said grace
at table well prepared
mason jars
filled with honey

bounty
from her garden
and
fruit trees
as well

the aroma of grandmas kitchen
I can still smell

up before anyone
her day began before sunrise

I wake up to the smell
of home made bisquits
now I realize

how much
she had shown me
how much
she wanted me to know

when
she spoke of the Lord
she had a glow

the aroma of grandmas kitchen

where love flowed.

© 2007 Howard C Holbert