My mother's kitchen - poetry
The symbol of womanhood, the pride of a bride,
Her femininity begins in the kitchen,
A woman's cooking is a way to a man's heart.
The strength of a mother,the creativity of a lady,
All is found in my mother's kitchen,
And her creative recipes.
A mother's innovativeness and improvisation,,
All is found in my mother's kitchen.
My mother's kitchen is the pride of the village.
It tells a story of rich art, It is built from natural clay,
It is echo friendly -that's what we call going green with nature.
The decoration is magnificent - it's user friendly.
Clay pots, plates, cups and spoons mix and match.
Plates and cups are neatly lined on the clay shelf.
There is art and witty in the manner the utensils are arranged.
Her water is kept in clay containers, the containers cool the water.
Her kitchen mats are crafted from reeds,The floor is polished.
It is sparkling clean, there is life in my mother's kitchen.
There is hope in her creativeness.
There is witty and style in her displays.
She can do it - yes she can.
My mother's kitchen is a workshop of creative recipes.
Aroma from dried game meat in peanut butter,
Make us all salivate - It's genuinely appetizing.
My mother's kitchen is simple and effective.
Her recipes of dried meat in peanut butter,
Have kept us going over the years.
And has made us adorable well nourished children.
My mother's kitchen is simply the best,
it is the symbol of true womanhood.
Indeed my mother's heart is her kitchen.
The kitchen is unique - in its own way.
It is the envy of the village.
It is the talk of the newly weds brides.
They envy to own one like that,
Soon after honey moon.
Nothing makes my mother proud,
Except her stunning kitchen,
And her creative recipes,
It is uplifting to note that,
Beauty is infectious,
It doesn't needs spectacles ,
To visualise beauty,
My mother's kitchen is part of her,
it is part of her legacy - oh yes!
A true woman takes pride in her kitchen.
And my mother is one of them.
I shall not want!