Grandma ur kitchen was like a tree,
providing shade to when the sun was blazing red
like a scorching fire,
ur kitchen has webbed our memories like
spider,
ur grimance lit up the kitchen walls with unfading memories,
ur pot has cooked knowledge for us,
its a fontain of knowledge and wisdom,
from ur cups we gulp knowledge,power,courage,

from ur table we gobble skills,brilliance
to shine bright our future,
we perceive light from ur forever beaming face,
face that glisters like a pearl in sea shore,
grinned face dat cast out darkness,
fades it like a shooting star,
worn it out like morning dews welcoming de sun,
ur kitchen is out memory
we cling on it with all the memories u left behind
when u never returned to us
© brightening world of poetry