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.
