tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81564904547401415382012-02-16T06:06:39.282-08:00The Ochoco Review Summer 2007The Ochoco Review Summer 2007http://www.blogger.com/profile/17487467649594525382noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156490454740141538.post-36463923183047292912007-06-07T11:35:00.000-07:002007-06-07T11:36:32.313-07:00I remember the magical times at grandma's<br />The constant gifts, the love,<br />And the food,<br />Oh god the food.<br /><br />The smells would drive all my senses crazy.<br />Three hours before I would catch a whiff every now and then<br />Then I would start hearing the Kzz, Kzz sounds from the kitchen,<br />The full smells would shortly follow the sounds from the kitchen<br />I could almost taste it at this point.<br />I would find myself finding any excuse to walk through the kitchen just to see the magic that was being made.<br /><br />The last few minutes before we ate I could close my eyes and pretend I was eating,<br />With motions and all,<br />And feel it, smell it, and taste the wonders coming from my grandma's magical kitchen<br /><br />I remember<br />I remember the magical times of gifts, food, and<br />Love<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156490454740141538-3646392318304729291?l=mikes607.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Ochoco Review Summer 2007http://www.blogger.com/profile/17487467649594525382noreply@blogger.com0