In Her Kitchen

In her kitchen, the cabinets were pink 

Like, hideous, Pepto-Bismol pink 

That reminded me of sickness 

But her presence gave it life 


In her kitchen, cookies were baked 

Fried pies and blackberry cobblers 

Were consumed by our greedy mouths 

Before they’d had a chance to cool 


In her kitchen, stories were told 

Lessons were given with coffee  

About life, love, and memories 

As her wisdom became mine 


In her kitchen, holidays were held 

Family packed into small spaces 

Giving thanks and praise to God 

For another year with her 


In her kitchen, tears were wiped 

And counsel was given with food 

In hopes of making the issue 

As sweet as her chocolate gravy 


In her kitchen, every day was a gift 

Full of sunshine and laughter 

As she took life by the horns 

And refused to compromise 


In memory of my Nannie, Helen Swon, who was called home on March 8th, 2019.

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