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

It's been years
It still makes me in tears
walking slowly in the aisle
holding nothing for awhile

Remembering how peaceful life could be,
Remenising the last moment that I clearly see
The kitchen with full of utensil,

Clean dining chairs
And lots of seasonings in a side.
The way she hold the spatula
and makes dishes with her bare hand

The taste I misses. The person i will be misses and the same person I will pray in God. I love you Grandma ❤️
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