I Remember Our Kitchen

I don’t need a special day

Lucy & Nusha

Lucy & Nusha

          to remember you

Or our kitchen.

A place that invited all of us in

With smells and tastes

Not matched by any restaurant.

A place where we would gather

For sustenance and hugs

As well as daily discussions

          of earth shaking proportions

Of who did what to whom.

Your kitchen came filled with laughter and love.

Where all my friends wanted to visit, and stay

So they could spend time with my Mom.

You know…

I will never again find a place

          where I feel so at home

As in your kitchen…

And where you are so at home

          as in my heart.


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6 thoughts on “I Remember Our Kitchen

  1. That was amazing and powerful, Sara. Beautiful and poignant, dripping with the love of a child for a parent, at both stages: childhood and adult.

    Well done. Very well done.


  2. There’s a reason they say the kitchen is the heart of the home. You just described my grandmother and my mother’s kitchen. We had the grandest times in those tiny, tiny kitchens.


  3. I was going to say this reminds me of yellow, and then I see that it was indeed a yellow kitchen. 😀

    What a wonderful shower of love this was dear. I think we all wish we had a kitchen like this somewhere in our lives, complete with the smell of something warm in the oven leaving it’s comforting fragrance all over everything.


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