I was creating in the kitchen,
she was listening from her chair.
I commented that it was cold and rainy.
She said, “we have to have those days too.”
I poured her cup of hot water
and set it to her right.
As I turned back to the batter
I puckered and blew a tune.
She asked, “did you just whistle?”
Why yes, I did.
“Oh, that is great!”
I don’t often hear this excitement
in her voice anymore.
I know it reminded her of Grandpa.
He was always whistling.
She equates it with contentment
which has always been aplenty
in this country kitchen.
I have known this room all of my life.
Yes, Grandma, your home has always
been a source of love and contentment.
A welcome place for all.
NaPoWriMo Day 14