In the Kitchen

22 Apr

You were in the kitchen
and I was upstairs

I could hear you clanging
mixing and sizzling

opening and closing
the fridge, but

what made me
the happiest girl

were the garlic and onions
wafting up the staircase

promising dinner
to my nose

who promptly whispered it
to my stomach

as I finished my homework
on the old Smith Corona

you bought me
at a yard sale

for two dollars
all of which

made me feel
incredibly warm and loved.

Mom

Mom & I

 

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17 Responses to “In the Kitchen”

  1. Crysta Icore September 13, 2013 at 10:39 am #

    I love it!!! What a great love story. Thank you for sharing it.

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  2. Tony Maude November 21, 2013 at 3:55 pm #

    A lovely praise poem – an ode to your Mom. Perhaps we should have poems for, to or about our parents as a poetics prompt at dVerse sometime.

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  3. K. A. Brace November 21, 2013 at 4:04 pm #

    I think you did fine for the prompt myself. Your celebration of your mother was beautiful reflecting your feelings. >KB

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  4. claudia November 21, 2013 at 4:14 pm #

    what a beautiful ode to your mom…and what a lovely photo as well… ah and some good food– homecooked– yeah.. def. make one feel warm and loved

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  5. Mary November 21, 2013 at 4:21 pm #

    There is nothing like the smell of a mother’s cooking when one is finishing one’s homework. My mother had an old Smith-Corona, which I also used too. So your poem brought back good memories.

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  6. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) November 21, 2013 at 4:40 pm #

    This is so sweet.. and what a glorious picture you added. Such symbiosis with the poem..

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  7. brian miller November 21, 2013 at 5:23 pm #

    smiles…gotta love a parent willing to invest in you….the buying of the yard sale typewriter…its not the money that matters but what it can do…mmm…love the smells wafting up too…smiles.

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  8. freyathewriter November 21, 2013 at 6:45 pm #

    Yep – children don’t need lots of money spent on them, just time and attention – and love. The photo is just lovely.

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  9. naramalone November 21, 2013 at 6:45 pm #

    Loved how you used the sensual cues of scents and sounds to bring me into your memories. Sweet.

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  10. georgeplace2013 November 21, 2013 at 8:00 pm #

    Lovely memories. Thanks for sharing a slice of your life.

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  11. Katie (@PunkRockPoet84) November 21, 2013 at 8:53 pm #

    This is a wonderful little scene. I love the use of the sense of smell! Well done for sure. 🙂

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  12. Loredana Donovan November 21, 2013 at 10:45 pm #

    Aww, this is so sweet! What a lovely poem 🙂

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  13. kkkkaty1 November 22, 2013 at 2:18 am #

    Love the photo, the opening and closing of the frig…..the memories…lovely ode to your mother 😉

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  14. Susan November 22, 2013 at 11:34 am #

    I enjoyed this–every image and sense of it–as I thought about similar love in my growing it. I still have my typewriter, an Olivetti Underwood. And she’s still doing the kitchen thing at 90.

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