The kitchen is the heart and soul of my house
It is where I work and play, teach and learn.
Every tear, fear, pain and hurt has passed
through this one room.
Every broken dream and trama but.....
So have the joy the wins and the gains both
emotional and monatary.
I have done math as I peeled potatoes,
Spelling while I folded clothes,
Listened to "cat in the hat" being read
as I
baked a chocolate cake.
Waited up to hear about
ball games and dances and
movies .
Heard every song from the carpenters
to hooty and the
blow fish.
Figured out ways to stretch dollars
that
weren't there and fix broken
pieces of
this and that
with crazy glue.
Hot chocolate, chicken soup and bandaides
Iced tea, tuna and a comic
book.
It didn't matter ...it still
doesn't ...there is,
was, and always will be ...a
never ending
stream of dreams and chatter
in this room.
This is dedicated to my
"Motely Crew"
The "Janes Gang"
