Mother's Kitchen 





I love my mother's kitchen; 
It's always bright and gay, 
With flowers on the windowsill 
To brighten up the day. 

The kettle gaily singing, 
The shining kitchen floor, 
The smell of spice and homemade bread 
When you open up the door. 

I love my mother's kitchen, 
For the family gathers there; 
The laughter and the joy we share 
Are way beyond compare. 

The other rooms in our old house 
Hold comfort, peace, and rest; 
But my mother's homey kitchen 
Is the room we all love best. 
~Mildred L. Jarrell 







 

 



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