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"