Onomato-pea-a
I’m Onomato-pea-a
The window is my home.
I love the sounds of cooking
At day, at dusk, and dawn.
Mom clomps into the room
And clicks on every light
The curtain whooshes open,
I wake up, “No more night!”
Drawers squeak, cabinets creak
Bread plonks down on the counter
Bacon’s opened, flour’s measured
Pans clang on rusty burners
I hear the toaster popping
The bacon sizzling in the skillet
Eggs cracking, the spatula clacking
While the gurgling coffee pot drips
Grapes are rinsed, herbs are minced,
Mushrooms crackle and splatter
The butter fizzles, the batter sizzles
As pancakes bubble and spatter
The kettle shrieks and whistles
The blender whirrs and hums
Forks jingle, spoons jangle
Mugs are placed with a thud
The microwave vrooms as the oatmeal spins
The mixer churns the dough
Knives chop, apples topple,
The oven dings—ready to go!
Glasses chink, dishes plink,
Plates and bowls karrunnn!
Slippers shuffle across the floor
Grumpy faces grunt and yawn
Water whispers from the faucet
Syrup drizzles from the nozzle
Orange juice glugs into a glass
Milk splashes from the bottle
Muffin liners crinkle off
Bacon’s piled on plates
Fruit is munched, toast is crunched,
Oatmeal’s slurped and scraped
Juice is gulped, tea is sipped,
Coffee’s filled then spilled!
I hear a moan, then, “Don’t groan….
Just clean it up!” the mug’s refilled.
Cream cheese spreads on toasted bagels,
Eggs are salted with the shaker
Coffee’s stirred, seconds are served
“Mmmmms” and “Yums” are uttered
Serving dishes bounce and rattle,
Cups and plates clink on the tray
Dishes crash into the sink
With a bonk! Clunk! And Clank!
Rags swirl around the counter
Trash is lugged through the door
The broom swishes on the ground
The mop glides across the floor
The Dishwasher rumbles and purrs
the refrigerator drones and sighs
the clock ticks, the faucet drips
I stretch, yawn and shut my eyes.
Copyright © Barbi Schaeffer | Year Posted 2024
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