in the kitchen i sit at the table

worn out wood with etched-in memories

in the kitchen i watch my mother

prepare a feast with grace and hurry

the pilled apron shows years of expertise

but the burnt bread shows her youth

in the kitchen we pray as a family

and praise God for his provisions

just today, He has given the manna we need

if i only had this kitchen, i could be complete

my family to share, my food to eat, and our God to be with us all as we partake at the table.