In my grandma’s kitchen
was a jar of chocolate kisses
grandpa filled it every week
then gave a real one to the Mrs.

When grandma had to stay in bed
grandpa and I cooked together
In my grandma’s kitchen
we experimented to her displeasure

I learned to mop
In my grandma’s kitchen
and bake and answer phones
Grandma always had a mission
I do too it’s in my bones

When I’m all alone at home
I snack on chocolate kisses
and just like grandpa
turn the radio to NPR to listen
Even though I am all grown
And grandpa has his own headstone
I know I’ll always feel at home
In my grandma’s kitchen