Sonnet to My Kitchen
By: Linda Yechiel
Though years have gone and waters passed the bridge,
To Hillmount I look back with feelings mellow,
Table, cupboards, counters, stove, sink, fridge,
That shiny paint: so glossy and so yellow.
Cabinets, with pots and wares, voracious,
Old rick’ty drawers, with sundries old and new.
Smells, and tastes remembered so delicious,
Sometimes soup, a sandwich or a stew.
Tho’ oft that kitchen was so very cluttered,
And oft the sink had dishes piled to there,
Tho’ oft the floor was sticky and was splattered,
And oft the meals we had were “Birds Eye” fare.
The nourishment that I remember best,
Are late-night talks with mom, now laid to rest.
