Mother Kitchen

I see the kitchen as the embodiment of a huge smiling woman
A stove for her big belly and a refrigerator for her grand smiling mouth
Her large arms and legs enfold me. Bringing me closer to her heart
I feel safe here
More so than I did with my very own mother
My mother kitchen doesn’t judge me or have expectations of me
She requires and deserves only respect and above all, use
She smiles and her warmth heats me to the deepest part of my senses
She allows me to be free and express myself
She doesn’t indulge in my successes or my failures
She stays steady, ever warming, ever loving and always there