Saturday Kitchen

The joy of Gospel music

Reaching like arms to my room

And pulling me out of my bed

The smell of Plantain frying

Twirling me, bare foot

To dance down the stairs

My Father, cooking up Love

His smile like the glow of the sun

Warm on my face,

He chases the dimming sleep,

Breakfast, like a hug

It’s all OK.


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