Grandma's Kitchen

Grandma's kitchen is not the place it used to be...

Grandma's Kitchen

The kitchen now is empty
Where once were cookies plenty.
No softly mumbled voices;
'Tween types and kinds - no choices.

The pots and pans lay dusty;
The kitchen faucet - rusty.
Cobwebs guard the empty drawers;
Spiders crawl the dirty floors.

Long gone are white lace curtains,
The no-invitation friends,
The laughs and cheerful smiles, too -
Grandma, it all left with you.

No special fam'ly gathers.
Now, it is just "would rathers."
Your kitchen now is empty
Where once were people plenty.