The Kettle

The kettle started whistling
Blowing puffs of steam
The little lid on the stem
Rattling and dancing
The water struggling inside
To jump out... to be free....

You opened your eyes slightly
And pointed the kettle with your eyes
I did not want to get up
And leave the warmth of the bed

It brings a smile to my lips
To remember
Your playful annoyance
When I said....
'Just like you...
Last night... remember..? '

by Rowving Smith

Comments (1)

Having found a comfortable spot, its hard to move. Thanks for this fun piece.