Just for fun, I decided to take L.L.Barkat's challenge on writing poetry again. Her challenge was to describe the kitchen (or a particular item). I chose the kitchen.
Home's Heart
She waits every morning
The coffee pot brewing
Early each day
I visit her first
And her day begins
Slow with one cup
Then the dog
For his breakfast
Clicking shiny wood
With tiny toenails
Activity starts
Doors open and close
Crumbs now on her counter
Plates now in her sink
She smiles, she is useful
Her family now eats
Aroma from stove
Draw loved ones right in
“How was your day?”
She hears all the scoop
Providing space
For the gathering
As family comes home
at the end of the day
she is the focus of all
as we scrub, sweep, and scour
Her counters are shiny
Her floors now are clean
And she waits till tomorrow
And starts over again.
To visit all the RAP (Random Acts of Poetry) participants, go visit The High Callings Blogs
Home's Heart
She waits every morning
The coffee pot brewing
Early each day
I visit her first
And her day begins
Slow with one cup
Then the dog
For his breakfast
Clicking shiny wood
With tiny toenails
Activity starts
Doors open and close
Crumbs now on her counter
Plates now in her sink
She smiles, she is useful
Her family now eats
Aroma from stove
Draw loved ones right in
“How was your day?”
She hears all the scoop
Providing space
For the gathering
As family comes home
at the end of the day
she is the focus of all
as we scrub, sweep, and scour
Her counters are shiny
Her floors now are clean
And she waits till tomorrow
And starts over again.
To visit all the RAP (Random Acts of Poetry) participants, go visit The High Callings Blogs
Comments
With tiny toenails" Loved the sounds!
Enjoyed how you captured the centrality of the kitchen. (Especially the early morning hours, as it reminds me of my own kitchen mornings.) It all seems to start and end there, doesn't it?
Thanks for that , as I sip my first cup and the fed dog rests at my feet.