Gerry
12-29-2007, 07:27 PM
She stood in the tiny kitchen black and shiny
Solid as a rock but more useful
The coke from the gas yard over the wall
Was light to carry away and burned long
The tiny flap door dropped to show the golden glow
The little oven baking the rice pudding crispy brown
On a Saturday night the black lead was rubbed on
Then polished with love and elbow grease
That little range always had a kettle on the boil
The only hot water for that family home
Her radiating their only heat on a cold winter night
She was the heart of that tiny home
By Gerry Temple
Solid as a rock but more useful
The coke from the gas yard over the wall
Was light to carry away and burned long
The tiny flap door dropped to show the golden glow
The little oven baking the rice pudding crispy brown
On a Saturday night the black lead was rubbed on
Then polished with love and elbow grease
That little range always had a kettle on the boil
The only hot water for that family home
Her radiating their only heat on a cold winter night
She was the heart of that tiny home
By Gerry Temple