Copper Kettles and Conversation

Copper Kettles and Conversation     In the kitchen of my childhood days Where warmth reigned supreme Copper kettles and conversation Mixed with love and admiration We gathered round the table Mom and us three girls We peeled apples And bushels of peaches Strung a million beans Scalded the skins off ripe tomatoes And filled every canning jar We worked together in teams Mom would listen, as we told Of childhood dreams Years has passed and Mom is gone To her kitchen up above Us three girls are grown And have families of our own Sad to say the canning process Lost out to store bought goods No more peeling apples Or peaches by the bushel Beans come already stung Ripe tomatoes scalded in large vats Mom’s canning jars now hold flowers And country sweet tea Copper kettles sit idle on the shelf … but Dreams still are heard by this mom, me  One day we’ll all be together In Mom’s kitchen in the sky Again under Mom’s watchful eye We’ll sit around her table Copper kettles won’t be on the shelf Mom and her three girls Again we’ll peel those apples And bushels of peaches from God’s trees And string a million beans from His garden And tomatoes from His vine Mom’s canning jars will be full again As the conversation flows We three girls are kids once more Our dreams fulfilled and all  in heaven knows Author: Nancy Lee Shrader By nannalee© 2008 nannalee (All rights reserved)

 

Reviews

[S. A. Venus]

great spin on the prompt: full of love, nostalgia and divinity. touching thoughts and recollections make me feel as though the mother spoken of was whispering the old recipes in her daughters' ears whilst she was using the modern products.