Mother In The Kitchen
I sat on the kitchen chair
Utensils all around to wash.
Everybody walked here and there
Blindfolded as the smokey walls.
For a minute, the utensils stood up
The pot began to grow around my head,
The spoons plated as my hair,
The forks began to move as my hands,
Suddenly the bowl shaped my belly,
The trays on my back,
The long spoons crept into my legs,
I looked funny as a different one.
I shed off my anger and everything fell.
'A cat in the kitchen! 'someone cried.
My hus and son ran in and saw,
They put back all to the kitchen stand!