Sitting in the kitchen
The table not quite white
I’ve stared at that floor many times before
The kitchen wow when was the last time
We used it? I miss baking especially.
I looked in the cabinets
I pick out a skinny pop and a strawberry granola bar
My diet got me thinking
And I’m not annoyed by that anymore
In fact, I adore my new life
I implore you to find things that bring you joy
The room is pretty empty of people
The food is plenty
The company is the best part
I knew that from the start
Announcements and Soft music
Julie popping in, we are still wearing masks
I suppose safety first
Vivid Memories of cooking there
I grab them tightly
Photos don’t do those memories justice
The cabinets
A metal mass
The food standard snacks
Chairs that over time hurt your back
That familiar room
The familiar smell
Like between Heaven and Hell
I dwell here
Peering around
No longer staring at the ground
Instead to my delight and surprise
Eyes to Eyes