The Quiet in the Kitchen
Guilty pleasure with the noise full blast
People blabbering bubbles of the past
Little feet steal a moment from the place
Faces smile and warn of disgrace
Swift years later, there’s more to know
A stand gets taller, there’s more to show
And squabbles happen due to feverish feelings
Then land nowhere as if hurt is self-healing
Switch on years more, and there’s the bunch
Laughing it out loud then hum or hush on a hunch
Over a snippet snack, a joke’s that’s cracked,
Not know that this time is leaving not coming back
Slower years happen in the kitchen as it scents what’s been
Somehow it’s the same but not the quite the way it’s been
And freshness leads the way to whatever is opposite
As everything trickles the kitchen waits for what time will deposit
Then one day less firm feet walks into the quiet
Someone stood there before professing the riot
Disappears and signs appear that soon there will be a heaven
But the only memory left was when everything was a given