Country. Song: My Home of Love.

Sunday suppers set the table
Stories shared through generations
Mama's kitchen holds us all

Grandma's hands kneaded hope
Sunday mornings, flour flying
Biscuits brown and butter melting
Love was ladled thick and sweet
Making memories meat and potatoes

Daddy's chair creaked warnings
Hard times hit our hollow home
Bills piled high like winter snow
But Mama's voice kept singing strong
Making do with what we had

Sister Sarah's wedding day
Kitchen bustling, cake and coffee
Aunts and uncles, cousins coming
Celebrating sacred bonds
Family filling every corner

Baby brother's first steps taken
Right beside the kitchen stove
Mama caught him, kissed his cheeks
Precious moments, precious boy
Growing up in Mama's arms

Some things change but some stay true
Love lives on in all we do
Recipes and lullabies
Passed along like precious ties
Binding hearts through joy and tears

Teenage troubles, teenage tears
Slammed the door, said harsh words
But morning brought fresh biscuits warm
Forgiveness served with strawberry jam
Healing hearts one meal at time

College calls me far away
Missing home and Mama's way
Letters filled with kitchen news
Sunday calls and comfort food
Distance makes the heart grow fond
Years roll by like rolling hills
Children of my own to fill
Mama's recipes in my hands
Teaching them to understand

Mama's hair turned silver white
Still she cooks with pure delight
Grandkids gather 'round her knees
Telling tales of family trees
Legacy lives on and on

Empty chair where Mama sat
Kitchen quiet, missing that
Gentle voice and loving hands
But her spirit still commands
Every meal we share with love

Now I stand where Mama stood
Cooking for my neighborhood
Passing down what she taught me
Family bonds and recipes
Love served warm from Mama's kitchen
Sunday suppers set the table
Stories shared through generations
Love lives on in Mama's kitchen