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Awakening: Mrs Pat's Kitchen

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Awakening: Mrs Pat's Kitchen

Arise little boy, to a home,
Soaked in love, and bathed in
traditions of yesteryear, with
a tenderness that slowly slips
to the verge of extinction,
Modern times make the model
family a modern art form that lacks
understanding, yet what do we deprived,
know of these scenes of endearment?
Or the eccentric moments that should be
cherished, remembered, and conventional,

A mother playfully squeezes her son's cheek,
as he returns the affection, with a kiss to hers,
then gazes at the stepfather with respect, painting
a memory for those of us who have become robots
to the ways of a quintessential dwelling place, a
place which we long to remember or , in some case,
experience, Yet will never know the warmth of being
a "baby" to a mother, or the "pride" of a fathers gaze,
Still, such scenes do exist, and I have witnessed the
momentary grace that is reached, when hearts become
infinite, and embrace their own as well as newcomers,

Sitting within the warm shelter of Pat's Kitchen, I record
and rewind the events for reasons beyond my control,
To make myself a member? To warm myself from the
depths of my own neglect? Or to take value in what
was deprived to me as a child? Reasons unknown or
all known, this moment opens a part of me I assumed
was condemned to the darkest depths of my isolation,
Thus, I fight myself to run from, and be a part of this
memory that is not mine, but the feeling, I envy. For a
moment, my cynicism is disregarded, and after thirteen
years, my eyes tear, my childhood is healed, and briefly,
I feel awake,

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