Peggy's Kitchen
In mamaw's kitchen, the ingredients are simple
A pinch of nutmeg
Handful of sugar
Lots of love
and a trip down memory lane
The fragrance of nutmeg hits you when you walk in,
Oven waves push heat into the already warm home
Dried apple pies cool on the rusty, old stove
Not quite ready to devour,
just there to tempt you for now.
She grew up in The Depression
"Food was scarce," she would say,
"But we made do"
She'd pick vegetables from her daddy's garden,
Make clothes from scraps of what didn't fit anymore.
A story was to be told
Passing out when she got her first B in Algebra
or when papaw proposed
Water and flour biscuits
It was a simple life.
It was a happy life.
Deep wrinkles on her face
showing signs of both joy and sorrow
Her babies' births
A father's passing
Her favorite comes
from shaking the smooth hand
of President Clinton,
"The softest hand she'd ever felt"
"and I'm sure mine was the roughest he's felt, too,"
she laughed
Love pours out like the over-boiling pot on the stove.
You can feel it with every creamy bite
Peanut-butter fudge is her specialty
Sweet
Creamy
Speaking to the soul
She speaks more truths as I eat
of God's amazing grace
of being baptized in love and sweet tea
of never lose your wonder for life
the trees
the laughter
the mountains
in all their majesties
The simple things in life are what we treasure
Whispered secrets between the orange crush and coffee
Love is never hard to find,
When you visit mamaw's kitchen.
In mamaw's kitchen, the ingredients are simple
A pinch of nutmeg
Handful of sugar
Lots of love
and a trip down memory lane
The fragrance of nutmeg hits you when you walk in,
Oven waves push heat into the already warm home
Dried apple pies cool on the rusty, old stove
Not quite ready to devour,
just there to tempt you for now.
She grew up in The Depression
"Food was scarce," she would say,
"But we made do"
She'd pick vegetables from her daddy's garden,
Make clothes from scraps of what didn't fit anymore.
A story was to be told
Passing out when she got her first B in Algebra
or when papaw proposed
Water and flour biscuits
It was a simple life.
It was a happy life.
Deep wrinkles on her face
showing signs of both joy and sorrow
Her babies' births
A father's passing
Her favorite comes
from shaking the smooth hand
of President Clinton,
"The softest hand she'd ever felt"
"and I'm sure mine was the roughest he's felt, too,"
she laughed
Love pours out like the over-boiling pot on the stove.
You can feel it with every creamy bite
Peanut-butter fudge is her specialty
Sweet
Creamy
Speaking to the soul
She speaks more truths as I eat
of God's amazing grace
of being baptized in love and sweet tea
of never lose your wonder for life
the trees
the laughter
the mountains
in all their majesties
The simple things in life are what we treasure
Whispered secrets between the orange crush and coffee
Love is never hard to find,
When you visit mamaw's kitchen.