Grandma's Kitchen

In Grandma's kitchen, a haven of delight,
Where memories bloom in the warm, gentle light.
A tale of childhood, a nostalgic refrain,
In the heart of the home, where love did reign.

The stove's gentle hum, a comforting song,
As aromas dance, a symphony lifelong.
But my gaze was drawn to the cherry-red delight,
Tomatoes on the microwave, a vibrant sight.

Oh, those red cherries, plump and sweet,
A burst of flavor, a childhood treat.
Sitting proudly, like jewels on a throne,
In Grandma's kitchen, a kingdom of our own.

She'd pluck them with care, from the vine so divine,
Nature's candy, in that kitchen of mine.
Glistening globes, like rubies in the sun,
A treasure trove of memories, every one.

With a sprinkle of salt, a dash of her grace,
Grandma's touch made them an exquisite embrace.
Each tomato, a tale in its scarlet attire,
A burst of joy, a culinary desire.

In that kitchen, time stood still,
As Grandma weaved magic with an ageless skill.
Her apron a cape, her laughter the tune,
In the warmth of her love, under the kitchen moon.