The kitchen is a place where,
We all know its proof.
Where ingredients are mixed,
Under a loving roof.
We receive a blessing from Mother Earth.
Giving us sustenance, showing our worth.
We carefully blend spice and love.
With the ingredients given from above.
Within this center of our home.
We gather to share our love.
Each moment becoming a splendid memory,
Of hearts knowing love so tenderly.
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