Kitchen prayer
Hey hey, Mama,
Mothers of olde,
You fed us, you feed us,
Your nurture unfolds,
As we clatter and clammer
And we bake and we boil,
Our fires and our hearths
And our hands in the soil,
Are your hands and your hearts,
With all that you know,
You keep us and coach us,
And care as we grow,
Now we carry the seed
Of all that you grew,
Onward to children
Grandchildren
And you....
Author: Keldarune
http://cozycauldron.blogspot.com/
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