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place where once she's done, the lights go out.
In my mothers kitchen The roses are green It as clean As she wants it to be The lights are dead Unless someone's around Like my grandma for example When she up and around She ready to cook Something nice and round In my mothers kitchen Where no one dares frown || = = = = = = ="Poor Grandma!" by Jorge Gomez = =In my mother's kitchen, = =Grandma with the cornchip teeth walks in near the oven, = =Kicks our dog Rover out of the way, = =Whom we got from the Monterey Bay, = =Grandma picks up a green bell pepper = =When she sees a spider, = =Trips over a can of Crisco, = =OH HELL NO! = =Grandma lays motionless with = =Her Head High like a hog = =She should have never kicked the dog = (excellent poem Jorge - such a strong sense of story - great work)
 * || [|carlosflores559] Today 5:27 pm

“Sang, Kitchen”

She has the cake in the oven while the greens are simmering, The chicken on the table and she’s constantly cooking. <span style="color: #c10b90; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Flour and sugar she mixes in a bowl, <span style="color: #c10b90; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">She puts it the fridge so it can get cold. <span style="color: #c10b90; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">The plates are out and is awaiting supper, <span style="color: #c10b90; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">She reaches for some glasses that are up in the cupboard. <span style="color: #c10b90; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Now, sitting at the table she’s mixing up her peas, <span style="color: #c10b90; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Sanging to herself “I like cooking when it’s dealing with me!”

<span style="color: #c10b90; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">-Kimeka Simmons (excellent narrative and description!)

<span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">In My Mother's Kitchen

<span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">In my mother's kitchen, my girlfriend is baking <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">freshly purchased broccoli <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">beautiful plants and flowers by the window

<span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">My mother's kitchen <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">is a sad place <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">now the smell of spoiled and rotting food fill the air <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">there is no power and it's hot. <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">cockroaches flood the floor. <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">left over grease on the oven lay moldy

<span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">After the death of my brother <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">my family numb and deteriorating <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">just like those old flowers on the window sill.

-Steven Pope (sad but beautiful, thanks Steven)

All the flowers blooming While the wind is blowing wildly outside Violently shaking my world inside Contemplating the future of the plants battered extremely Hoping that they make it through the night Because if they don't then neither will I -Adriana Gomez (a little different from the suggestions by Rita Dove, but still beautiful!)
 * ME**

** But not one like my mother's kitchen **

 * (very unified for a group poem!) **

My mother's kitchen. Beautiful green flowers remind me of her smile. I remember when the power went dead when she was prepping Christmas dinner. My grandma's kitchen was my mothers learning center, where she became a cook. When they are both in the same kitchen, great food and cake fragerences. Come throughout the house.

By:Anthony Martinez (strong images and ideas

(Group collaboration) When she's gone, the kitchen seems empty. No warmth, no life, just me. Only me can I truly see. Looking at my reflection who have I come to be? I'm so proud to see what I have become. -Lolita Bounyavong

Home I'm home. My mind tells me to go to the living room. My nose demands that I go to the kitchen. My mom is in the kitchen bringing back to life what was once dead. Chicken. Green beans. My sister comes in the kitchen. "I'm hungry." "I'll fix you a plate." She looks at the food. "BLEGH!" She runs out. She doesn't know what she's missing.

- Jayla Tunstall

My Mothers Kitchen

I could smell the cornbread baking in the oven The oven was still hot while mom sang her joyful songs She sang ans she sang all morning long Like a hurricane, everybody knew what was going on Nothing could stop it, it continued on and on -Monica Silva


 * In My Mother's Kitchen**


 * In my Mother's kitchen**
 * There is always life, always green**
 * Veggies, New life, hear her scream**


 * In my Mother's kitchen**
 * There is always death, no life at all**
 * Flies on the window sill, dead plants, still tall**


 * In my Mother's kitchen**
 * There is always she**
 * Grandma, Sister, Aunt, and Me**


 * In my Mother's kitchen**
 * It is always warm**
 * Hot oven, Hot cooking, Love in Food Form**


 * In my Mother's kitchen**
 * Is where my heart will always be**
 * Even when she's gone**
 * Its Her and Me**


 * By: Erika Shanklin**

= //No place like Mom's// = = By Cindy Vang = -Dead roach, dead rat, spoiled fruit. My kitchen is a disaster! There’s only one place I know, Filled with a beautiful herb aroma And freshly picked cilantro from the garden. My mouth waters over the thought of green salad. Wait, I remember, there’s one kitchen that feels like home. I drive myself to that place, The only place I could get homemade cookies. The only place that I love to eat. I already hear my sisters laughing and singing I could already smell the fresh baked chicken cooking. Oh, how I love my mother’s kitchen!

In Mothers Kitchen by Dwayne Wilson

In the kitchen is where mother worked her magic The only place that she could be in peace watching her work was like watching jordan on the court Nothing could stop mother in the middle of her masterpiece she was the neighborhood picasso when it came to soul food the smell of the joyful flavors filling the air the only place that the family would dwell with no problems an escape from the outside world mothers magic wasn't only a blessing for our stomachs but our nights together with great food and family blessed our souls.


 * My Mother’s Kitchen **

By Annalisa V.


 * My mother’s kitchen **
 * Was alive and happy **
 * Filled with beautiful flowers and plants **
 * Like a tropical paradise **
 * Now it is deserted **
 * Filled with only emptiness and sorrow **
 * Dead roaches and flowers make their presence **
 * Her daughters are reluctant to come near **
 * Fear of the painful memory it bring **
 * Hot pot pies in the oven **
 * The last meal they ever had before she disappeared **

<span style="color: #ff8c00; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">My Grandmother's Kitchen <span style="color: #ff8c00; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">By Andrew Smith

<span style="color: #ff8c00; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">My Grandmother strolled into the kitchen singing <span style="color: #ff8c00; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">She put the greens on the stove, & heard the telephone ringing

<span style="color: #ff8c00; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">As she reached for the phone on the telephone hook, <span style="color: #ff8c00; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">She let out a shriek & said "Oh my god! Look!"

<span style="color: #ff8c00; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">I said, "Damn!" It was a big ol' rat, a nice meal for a cat <span style="color: #ff8c00; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">He was fat enough to fit inside my fitted cap

<span style="color: #ff8c00; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">It was dead as can be, & was disgusting ya see <span style="color: #ff8c00; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">"We gotta find the rest, murk the whole family."

<span style="color: #800000; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">My Mothers Kitchen <span style="color: #800000; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">By: Maxine King

<span style="color: #800000; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">As I drive the long distance home <span style="color: #800000; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">I can picture my mothers kitchen <span style="color: #800000; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">as clear as the day I'm traveling in <span style="color: #800000; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">The oven warms the entire house <span style="color: #800000; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">where everyone waits patiently for the food to be served <span style="color: #800000; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">Singing, dancing, animated conversations <span style="color: #800000; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">The burner is already lit, with boiling greens sitting <span style="color: #800000; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">"right, rear." <span style="color: #800000; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">Temperature knob set to 250 degrees, ready to make <span style="color: #800000; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">mommas famous cornbread <span style="color: #800000; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">So moist, it melts in your mouth <span style="color: #800000; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">The kitchen table is covered with pots and pans <span style="color: #800000; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">filled with my favorites sides <span style="color: #800000; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">Complete with snacks and desserts from grandmas house <span style="color: #800000; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">And mommas dead plant in the window above the sink <span style="color: #800000; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">She just can't seem to let it go <span style="color: #800000; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">The green tile on the walls back splash <span style="color: #800000; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">is hidden by piles of paper plates and napkins <span style="color: #800000; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">All in which are gone by the end of the night <span style="color: #800000; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif;">Ending with laughter and hugs till the next time.

“African Kitchen” by Henrique Tarpeh

In my mother kitchen

There is history of family blood line

Generation 2 generation

Grandmother to mother & Now My Sister

History of family recipe & traditional spices

African greens with

Bell peppers, fish and other kinds of good meat

Cooking on the hot stove, while mothers famous corn bread bakes in the oven

Football on the TV with lots of talking going on

You can always tell when dinner is finished because there is zero noise

A bed of rice with greens on top in a big bowl

Never any left over’s which always puts a smile on my mom’s face

Because of that there is no need for word of complaints

In my mother kitchen….