Mama / Rhythmic Stories February 6, 2021

Mama’s in the Kitchen

As a small girl my favorite memory of my mother
always involved the kitchen in one way or another

I always awoke to the wonderful smells
Of bacon and biscuits, you could always tell

My mama always had a smile on her face when she cooked
You could tell she loved doing it by the way that she looked

Whether it was making cookies for an after school snack
Or little goodies to be put in our morning school sacks

There were fourteen mouths to feed three times a day
And even if there wasn’t I think she still would have stayed

Long hours in the kitchen with a cookbook in her hand
Deciding what to make, getting it ready for pots or pans

I think my dad loved to see her in the kitchen there
You would catch him peeking from time to time to stare

Whether he was admiring her or just enjoying the smells
You never knew With daddy, it was sometimes hard to tell

Either way, I would have to agree sometimes I watched her too
My mama had a way of putting love in everything she would do

Mother’s May never know the memories that will live on
In the hearts of their children long after they are gone

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