THE KITCHEN LIGHT NEVER GOES OUT

So, I've been thinking in the kitchen;

about the kitchen. And the magnitude

of one room in a whole houseful of rooms,

becomes more and more apparent.

Kitchen was the hearth in which

we warmed ourselves, inside

and out. The kitchen was home.

Kitchen was where we came

when we needed familiarity;

when we needed assurance;

when we needed to be loved.

Think kitchen, and it conjures strong 

sentiment about family. Life

was less confusing when the kitchen

offered her comfort. Mom was the kitchen.

Dad too. And all the brothers and sisters

with which we may have been blessed,

joined us in the kitchen. For me,

even though that kitchen can no longer

be accessed by me, there is a small ember,

a glow that resides amongst the baseboards.

That spark is me. I left it there. No matter

where I may find myself, that kitchen

will still have a piece of me in it.It is only fair. 

That kitchen continues to live in me.

What a glorious inspiration!
It never dies. 

Walt