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

That day was to be remembered,
Each and every moment was to be bewildered,
Each second of the ticking clock felt like pulse,
No it was not based on any clause,
The day was not of a simple kind,
It was neither scandolous or unkind,
The day was an important one,
To me it was The One
I went forward and entered the kitchen ,
just in a noraml dress not of linen,
What would i make was revolving in my head,
Should i start or just wait,
Let's start with the tea first because it was a morning routine,
It was my first time can't go first with tiffin,
But what to go with first....
yesss , take water but where...