White apron with blue dress on girl.
Hard working in the kitchen,
making the food for her family.
Doing what she was taught from a young age.
Walking around the kitchen like a lion stalking his prey,
smiling to herself.
It's just her in a big place,
alone and growing up.
Still young with no grey in her short brown hair.
Making her own food.
In graceful twirls she dances around to gather supplies,
apples, carrots, beets and tomatoes.
Other vegetables and fruits lay on the table.
Pots on the fire made for a big family.
No one else is there as she sings in a wonderful tune.
As the kitchen roars with noises,
Alive as a machine but this is before that time.
Light from the window prances around,
the sun is at the end of the long road.
So, is the girl ready to eat?
But first the food needs to be made.
She looks around to the food hanging from the ceiling.
To the white cabinets behind her,
And to the pots on the fire.
Just her in the big kitchen.
When a shout comes from the dining room,
"Are you ready yet?"
An older stern voice comes,
"No, I need more time!"
She repiles to the voice she'd known forever,
like any good child she knew.
But they were not in the kitchen.
Only a little girl in a big kitchen.
She's just a young girl in an old fashioned kitchen.
Nothing more than just that,
and only helping her family survive.
No longer a child,
but not yet a woman,
Trusted with a big task.
What a big leap for a girl to a woman.
To take a big step into everything.
Just as the pots hiss with boiling water.
Knowing all that, well kneading bread in a white bowl.
What a big kitchen!
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The Teenage Years: Read If You Dare
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