The Kitchen Sink

the sink drips of your tears and shines with your sweat it cleanses our homestead and centres the kitchen cheers it smells of your cookery delights of every plate and pot you scrape and of every scorn you bake the tap tightens after every refreshing drink we taste the kitchen sink amplifies every drop of water we waste every step we take towards every curfew we’re late you hear every glass and rule we break every long face and chair we pull listening to the laughter of the warmth you orchestrate from the kitchen to the very drumbeat of our tiny, growing hearts waking up to hear the sound of the dishes crackling during the holidays the love gushing out from your heart like water out of an open tap the smell of the lavender flow and spices in the air the bustle and rhythm of your sweeping broom, the sound of my squeaking feet on the kitchen floor the kitchen sink that watered me grow and the hardship you endured as you rusted the sweet, warm childhood memories that pour out like your warm geezer you created the mom you are I didn't always know, but the love you showered, I always appreciated A Mother's Ears - Poetry Contest