Wednesday, April 14

A Kitchen Can be a Chapel

A child breathes in and out in the pattern of sleep,

The smell of soap lingers in the kitchen air

Dishes lay drying on the counter

and a cat purrs in the window.

A mother exhales, silently praying

gratitude, for this cup of caffeine bliss.

Thankful for the temporary peace

fragile, and fleeting and reverant.

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