In the Kitchen

Mama used to go to the center. Stomp her left foot down hard On that old maple wood. Then close her eyes and tighten her Jaws and clap her hands as she would Look up and say: Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! The smell of butter biscuits, bacon and eggs Always drew me in before she could call Us in to eat. I always wondered who she was talkin' to Being that she was in there alone.