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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