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Stirring Up the Memory
All Right Reserved by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

The kitchen lights are low,
And the air is thick with stories.
I can feel the hands before me
Guiding mine again.
I pull the flour from the cupboard like I watched my mama do,
Hear her humming Sunday morning while the sunlight filtered through.
Grandma’s apron on the hook still holds the scent of old perfume,
And the rhythm of her footsteps fills the corners of the room.
I stir the pot with gentle circles, just the way she taught me then,
And the spices start to rise like they remember where they’ve been.
Every flavor has a history, every simmer has a name,
And the love inside this kitchen
Feels exactly like they came.
I hear mama in the laughter of the skillet on the flame,
Hear my grandma in the whisper of the sugar calling my name.
There’s a heartbeat in the butter, there’s a blessing in the dough,
And the warmth inside this kitchen
Is the truest thing I know.
I’m stirring up the memory,
I’m tasting all the years.
I’m cooking up the legacy
That brought me through my fears.
I’m holding on to recipes
That never let me fall —
’Cause the women in this family
Still answer when I call.
You can taste the strength they carried,
You can feel the roads they walked.
Every pinch of salt is wisdom,
Every stir is how they talked.
And when the world felt heavy,
When the nights were hard to stand,
I’d come right back to this kitchen
And remember who I am.
This pot is full of stories,
This pan is full of grace.
Their voices rise like steam
And wrap around this place.
I’m cooking up the future
With the past inside my hands —
And the love they left behind
Still tells me where to stand.
I feel them in the laughter,
I feel them in the flame.
I feel them in the rhythm
When I call them by their name.
And every dish I’m making
Is a prayer they understand —
’Cause the women in this family
Still guide my steady hand.
The kitchen holds their stories,
The kitchen keeps their light.
And every time I’m cooking,
They come home to me at night.


Stirring Up the Memory♨️ 🍪

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