our farmhouse kitchen,
my flavored hub in the
noisy business of life
antique desk, (un)sorted mail
dishwasher hum, recipes, books
lists of vegetables, partial poems
big table, oak with leaves,
stands center stage; set for
family feast and circle of prayer
guests welcomed into our
mess, pull up a sticky chair
where happy grandchild sat
they’ve all gone outside
to play, or work in the sun;
a lull until the next meal.
This poem, linked to dVerse poetics, incorporates a line (italic) from “Burning the Old Year”, a poem by Naoi Shihab Nye.
a poem in my pocket 
Mar 22, 2016 @ 13:01:03
Family of liFe
seated at
a meal
of survival..
but without
Love there
is no kitchen
of human
cooperation
aT aLL..
Love
the
Food of Life..
and hi Lynn..
comfortable
seeing
you
here
at the
end for now..:)
Mar 22, 2016 @ 14:59:15
“Love, the food of life”…yes, I like that !
Mar 22, 2016 @ 15:43:48
Thanks friend..
And nice to
see you..:)!
Mar 10, 2016 @ 18:01:29
Such a wonderful sense of home. Wonderful details.
Mar 10, 2016 @ 09:11:54
Not sure the guest would want to sit in the sticky chair, but it’s most definitely a part of family life! Sprawling, happy, gracious – a generous poem.
Mar 10, 2016 @ 09:14:09
True…Best to wipe it off! Thanks 🙂
Mar 10, 2016 @ 07:07:36
A spacious hub to share the love of family ~ Beautiful Lynn ~
Mar 10, 2016 @ 08:40:29
Thank you, Grace.
Mar 09, 2016 @ 23:35:18
Such a joyful chaos… Or maybe a quiet moment inbetween
Mar 09, 2016 @ 23:14:50
What a lovely glimpse into your dining room!
Mar 09, 2016 @ 21:17:56
Yes, there is something about a kitchen, isn’t there? A kitchen so often is the hub of family life…you described it so well.
Mar 09, 2016 @ 21:09:12
We are there with you, Lynn. Great evocative description of that farm kitchen!
Mar 09, 2016 @ 19:56:41
I’m enamored with your sticky chair:)