In Mama's Kitchen Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

In Mama's Kitchen



Golden brown,
Butter crusted
To perfection;
Spices and
Pumpkin filled the air
Mixed with warm
Lasting memories
Of her creations there.
Her autumn lovin’
From the oven
Our favorite season
And best reason
In mama’s kitchen,
To give
From her heart.

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