A kitchen full of homemade baked goods
That make the kitchen smell oh so lovely
And makes my tummy rumble in hunger.
A kitchen where there sits a kettle
Always ready with water waiting to be boiled
For a comforting cup of tea or coffee.
A kitchen where on the kitchen table
sits a sewing machine.
It's where my grandma does her sewing in the evenings
By candle light.
Grandma's kitchen is akitchen filled with laughter, love and happiness.
It's a kitchen filled with joy and peace.
It's a kitchen where I can enjoy spending time with my grandmother
And make everlasting memories.
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