#WritcoPoemPrompt42
Write a poem focusing on a single memory, or describe what you might imagine the typical grandmother’s kitchen to be like.


She is a Master cleaner
designing her kitchen with dirt
Is what she detest so much
she said we should always treat
the kitchen with care
Grandma was the type that loves because you are hard working in her kitchen, she cherished the kitchen like a Gardener cherish his Garden
With the tribal marks on her face
her smile is Angelic when you've done what she instruct you to do in the Kitchen
If you do otherwise, her face is fiery like the god of Thunder's face ( Sango )
Her Kitchen is her Paradise
if it is treated wrongly, we are in deep trouble
Now, that she is gone, her Paradise has been destroyed, there is dirt all over the places
cockroaches has turned the place to their Abode, Rats controls most of the place,
I think Grandma is Upset up there
we should make her place lovely again.



© Olaoluwa