Grandma's hands were busy hands
Cooking the whole day through
Watching her hold her fa kanal,
many tasks to do!
Frying and flipping the chicken
in the sizzling skillet of lard
Mixing bouillon and onion into the rice
Maybe cooking wasn't so hard.
Smelling butter and brown sugar
Another pan to clean,
In go the sweet potatoes
Creating a yummy scene!
Filling the boiler with water
Turning up the heat,
Stirring in the salt and green beans
Grandma's flavoring can't be beat!
Grandma's tap-tap-tapping spoon,
Making us all aware,
Leading us to the table
Hearing food would soon be there...
Grandma's hands were serving hands,
Dinner hot and ready,
Bringing food out to the table,
Carrying slow and steady...
Leading us in saying Grace
Hands folded in to pray
Thanking for the delicious food
She labored on all day!
Devouring tasty morsels
Going back for more,
Filling and piling food on our plates
Pallet pleasure to be sure!
Now her spoon, a scraping spoon
Cleaning up the dishes,
Piling up inside the sink
Floating there like fishes...
Grandma's hands were cleaning hands
Washing and putting things away,
Readying the kitchen for a rest
Until the dawn of a new day...
I dedicate this poem to my Grandma Helen Sandor Farkas.
She was always cooking tasty treats for someone...with her fa kanal in hand!
Miss you Grammie! Thanks for all your work...
I never appreciated you as much as I should have while you were here...