Kitchen

 

"Kitchen" is presented in honor of my grandfather on his the 88th anniversary of his birth.

 

-FDO

 

 

 

I walked from the kitchen

Slowly stopped and turned around

The gentle bubble of pots on the stove

Sounded warm and beautiful

Inviting, so I went back in

 

Watching the lid dance over my soup

I noticed the dry, hot smell

Of cumin drowning in the sweet

Black juice of the beans

 

I felt the smile on my face

And wondered how many times

My granddad stood smiling in his kitchen

With the cornbread beginning to brown

 

 

© Gayle Force Press 2002

 

 

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