Long days of playing out in the snow
and sun -
doors opening into a fresh realm of comfort
and warmth.
Wrap around counters,
beaches and ports of comfort for
homeward bound & mead-needing
sailors and precarious young boys.
The island, holding the chairs,
the lighthouses directing young players towards pb&j's and fresh hot hot dogs -
the kitchen island,
a Mont St. Michel when the floors are
scrubbed & mopped -
only to let bridges made of
mud & sand & snow
retreat the waves away,
till fellow travelers & pilgrims move
into Franciscan barefoot pilgrimages
along the high holy Santa Maria de Compostela
paths -
from small islands to
Lang Island,
from Spain & France
to little Italy
and German towns.
Mom's kitchen beckons on the warm sunny day
with tarragon and cinnamon -
warm wood floors worn by bustling babies
and slipper-plodden husbands
making breakfast in bed quietly
for Valentine's Day,
Mother's Day,
Anniversary
morning love-making.
Cabinets full of stacks of Asian countries -
China
will bowls and steins humming with a new age
grandmother-fine-crystal china ring.
Oh how calm & peaceful
the kitchen is -
oh how magical and perfect
it is.
Happy Mother's Day
