I hope you and your family have a fun time reconnecting over dinner, games and meaningful conversation. Here’s a poem by poet Stewart Watkins for you to enjoy today.

In the Kitchen

Mama used to go to the center and

stomp her left foot down hard

on that old maple wood.

Then close her eyes and tighten her jaws

and clap her hands as she would

look up and say:

Thank you!

Thank you!

Thank you!

The smell of butter biscuits, bacon and eggs always drew me in before she could call

us in to eat.

I always wondered who she was talkin’ to being that she was in there alone.