Mama’s Kitchen

The treasure we seek in life is the prayer of never letting go. Mama’s Kitchen holds me and nourishes me as a sacred place of memories. Little bites of happiness. Never take from me the sink full of greens, the steaming hot pot on the stove, the weight of the black cast iron skillet or the can of Crisco oil. Somewhere deep inside me lives the window looking out onto the garden in the backyard where drying clothes hang on the line. The food of my childhood dances with the shadows of my sisters and brothers, my father and mother. This is my soul.

She loved me and feed me, raised me right, taught me about God and salvation. From her womb she raised a man with the food from her garden and I am forever grateful. I am full of memories and they come back. We all come back to Mama’s Kitchen. The plates full of sweet and savory, tender and creamy, hot and tangy. It was all so good. So good. May I forever remember these feelings of love and comfort. Amen.