Kitchen Countertops

Kitchen Countertops

I am welcomed by fingers and toes

Under a hot sun deep into August

Shadows wave goodbye as the sun

Shies away from the girl with the

Long curly hair always tangled and

Intertwined with ivy that climbed the buildings

Of Abuela quenching thirst with pineapple juice

Serving arroz as she did everyday to the sister

Whom she resembled and the brother of only little relation

To the girl with tangled hair

She comforts the children with warm smiles and

Una casa para mi familia

With a lingering familiar smell of plantanos y pollo

Mi Abuela held the corazon of la familia

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

A seemingly surreal description of the every day. I can see this as a painting. A woman pleasing others before herself. But using the time to develop creatively perhaps? Could be way off of course, I'm only male.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

she spends so much time helping others, no time to take care of her own heart...
her countertop cluttered with those little faces pleading for help.

But she loves the busy counter...it is her calling.
j.

[Samuel Dickens]

Now I'm hungry, but alas, I'll have to be my own abuela and get busy in the kitchen. Seriously, though, your fine poem makes me think of love and family... and food. Great work, my friend.

[AmandaRios]

Thank you Samuel. Being fed is a love language.