Below is a poem I wrote the morning of Thankgiving to say thanks to my husband, Michael.
Galley Kitchen & You
Our galley kitchen, only three feet in width,
is a source of discontentment.
It’s difficult to cook
Stir-fry, pancakes, or stew
Without feeling smothered by you.
Shoo! Get out of my space,
You tell me when you chop.
Shoo! Get to your place,
We yell at daughters demanding
Perhaps, one day we’ll have a kitchen
Bigger than three feet in width,
One with a floor I’ll adore
Cause washing it
Will be a week-long chore.
Until then, let me stay in your space
Close enough to see the beer foam on your face.
Let us enjoy our girls underfoot,
Even if they cling like soot.
And as they grow,
How thankful I’ll be
For a kitchen that keeps you close to me.