Some storms can only subside when folks form memories together.
Cooking Down a Storm
A Kitchen Rhyme for Family Time
A scent is wafting through the air,
As youngsters sort the silverware.
A meal is cooking, somewhat square,
The makings of intensive care.
We stand together at the sink,
A little nudge, a knowing wink.
Together, we share what we think;
We're cementing our family link.
Want to read the rest of this entry? Click this link to read: Cooking Down a Storm. Or simply visit my other blog, Practically at Home, where this entire poem is listed on the lower right-sidebar.
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