MY GRANDMA’S KITCHEN
The memories etched from my one and only visit, aged six: are still alive and strong.
Back to the place where my mother was raised in County Kerry, Ireland;
And where my grandma spent most of her daily life.
I recall entering this lively place full of action,
The smells hitting my senses and making my stomach grumble,
As my grandma and mom were cooking breakfast there…
The oven was different to our electrical one back at home in Australia,
It was three times the size with a fire burning and was called Aga.
After breakfast was completed in my grandma’s kitchen,
My sister and I were allowed to help with baking morning tea for the farm helpers,
Were we made ginger bread men and apple pies like I’ve never tasted before,
Simply delicious delights, that I can still recall their exquisite taste upon my tongue!
© debradml (2015)