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In my Grandma’s kitchen was a table.
We often sat there through the day.
First and always, we would pray.

In my Grandma’s kitchen was a table.
She would help me work, then cook.
And often times I would hit the books.

In my Grandma’s kitchen was a table.
Where Grandpa’s banana bowl was filled with oatmeal.
No one ever goes without a meal.

In my Grandma’s kitchen was a table.
They are the foundation of my life.
And, like their example, I will always strive.

In my Grandma’s kitchen was a table