Georgina Fox

The Kitchen

In The house I grew up in we all gravitated

Towards the kitchen.

Family parties, Family feuds, midnight snacks.

The kitchen holds many secrets

Strong coffee, big hugs.

Full of delicious smells,

Things we hope others will love and eat up with joy.

Scrambled egg and beans on toast.

Burnt toast sometimes,

So ordinary

So full of love.

Early mornings, Late nights

Time to notice the light.

We’re tired in the kitchen,

But its where we dance too.

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