Kitchen
a nod a gesture
calling
sit at the kitchen table
hot tea
steam from the pots
white stove
busy apron
flying hands
baking dough
telling stories
strong coffee
smack the wall
the plaster breaks inside
and rains
we can't see it
have a cookie
don't tell your mother
Copyright © Veronica Joseph | Year Posted 2009
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