Mom's kitchen was the heart of her home .
She would spice every plate with love .
When ever she was in the kitchen
She was right !
Mom spoke low
When she was in the kitchen ,
But she would only speak love in there .
If I was in the kitchen with her
No knife could cut our love in two ?
Sometimes for God's sake
I had to hold my tongue
And just let her cook
Because I wanted to eat !!!!
In mom's kitchen the love there
Was the most fun I could have
Without laughing
But we all laughed in mom's kitchen .
Mom's kitchen was a special place
For loving .
By Brock
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