A Post for Me

Magic happens in the kitchen late at night...

This is for me.  

So that I remember the late night kitchen talks 

in my home.

When the world has quieted down 

and my children begin to speak.  

           About nothing.  

                        About everything.  



In various states of dress, 

in various states of mind, 

somehow we wander into the kitchen 

and find each other’s company.  



The television rambles softly in another room.  

The dishwasher whirls in rhythmic cadence. 

The dogs tap, tap, tap their toes as they walk in and out, 

wondering if a meal is getting ready to be served.  



But we aren’t here for the food.  

Dinner has finished hours ago.  

This is about feeding our hearts 

And filling our cups.  

Late at night in the kitchen

             When the world has quieted down 

                            And my children begin to speak.