Poems

 

At The Kitchen Table

When women meet
All they need is a place
To sit and talk for hours.

It is there that we
who never learned
to sew, remember
the delicate art of stitching
together the fabric of our life.

We know that the cupboards
never contain enough space
to hold all the fullness and wealth
emptiness and sadness
that is our life.

And it is there that we remember
that beauty is not what we put
on our faces but rather the
unseen way that our toes
touch the hem of our garment
as we step into our life.

As we put away our minds
and the masks
of our outer identities
the mystery of who we are
the unseen, sees itself
just by sitting
at the kitchen table.


Linda Kammer 2-3-97
 

 

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