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.