Welcome to my kitchen, The place where lives are shared; Over a cup of coffee We'll talk of what we've dared. In my kitchen food is cooked, Food for soul and for heart; It is a place of wonder, And ideas often start. It's a place where we can relax, A place for playing games; It's a warm, inviting room Where I learn more than your name. My kitchen is the center Of my home filled with love; But please don't come a-checking With your little white glove. My kitchen is a place Of laughter and many smiles; I pray you visit us often And share our love a while. ©Sandra S. Oidtman - 2011 View      Sign