18 views
Grandma's Kitchen
#WritcoPoemPrompt42
I remembered waking up on Monday morning
A nice Aroma filled my nose
I sprinted to the kitchen
it was grandma again
it was her and her delicate
it was her and her kitchen
the way they communicated.
she loved her kitchen just like she loved her children
it was one of the reasons she never left a spec of dust.
they spoke telepathically
that I didn't understand
Grandma's kitchen always seemed to reject me.
but I didn't care because I benefited alot from it.
grandmas kitchen was one of happiest and saddest memories
that I could never forget.
© Rosey
I remembered waking up on Monday morning
A nice Aroma filled my nose
I sprinted to the kitchen
it was grandma again
it was her and her delicate
it was her and her kitchen
the way they communicated.
she loved her kitchen just like she loved her children
it was one of the reasons she never left a spec of dust.
they spoke telepathically
that I didn't understand
Grandma's kitchen always seemed to reject me.
but I didn't care because I benefited alot from it.
grandmas kitchen was one of happiest and saddest memories
that I could never forget.
© Rosey
Related Stories
