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


In the small kitchen , where I had played as a kid
Where once had I secretly opened the candies containing jar lid
The aroma from where used to draw me Everytime
Where I would always find my granny smiling and working

Even today the kitchens remains the same
In a corner was a pile of utensil
Just beside the washbasin was a weared soap,
As weared as her hand
Although everything was present yet it felt as if everything was missing

The light through the window fell on the boxes of spices
below the sink is kept a cage to catch the mices
The stove is clean yet reminds me of her khicdi
Although everything was present yet it felt like everything was missing

Do you know who was missing?
The one who cooked for me was missing
The one around whose leg I played as a kid was missing
Yeah my grandma was missing....

If you look out of window
You would find her just there in a beautiful dress lying on the funeral bed
so near yet so far she was....
Everything was missing without her....



© AdityaMrinal