the kitchen

I'm not sure what it is that I remember most
you arriving home with bags from Marks and Spencers
the formica table, so fashionable at the time
the smell of washing on a winters day
or peeling veges on the back step
this was a room that I knew well
that didn't change with the years
it was a place where we would meet
at the beginning and the end of everyday
to listen and to talk and to feel loved
in the company of The Archers
The Guardian and the morning news
it is a room I have not seen for many years
and is like you a part of who I am