The tea kettle whistles
bacon sizzles and spits
potatoes boil over and hiss
soup bubbles in a whisper
The bread smells done
coffee beckons and I obey
Butter is browning and
hurry up it smells burnt
Oven calls out ‘I’m hot’
Kitchen timer jangles
Mom or a sister joins in to
remind me to stir the soup
From great distance to my
kitchen, family memories sit
on my counter, rest in a tea cup,
as though we never left home.
“The kitchen is a sacred space.”
~ Marc Forgione, chef
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