The kitchen came alight
When the kids came to visit.
It was a lively discussion
It went on all night
No topic was too sacred
We joined in, argued our case
The dance of the kitchen
While our words beat the melody
Our actions waltzed at times
Jived at others, sometimes we boogied.
The noise was what we sought
The healthy interaction
The back and forth, of do we, don’t we?
All the while the dinner prep took place
The peeling in time with Aunties logic
The boiling in response to Uncle’s rhythms
Mum always tapping her foot
Shooting us down and building us up.
We loved those quiet moments
When dancing cheek to cheek
Was listening to focus on dad’s proclamations
That this was the way, it had to be.
Then we twirled and shimmied
Spun on our heels as the dinner appeared
We all gave thanks, listened once more
As the refrain began, a syncopated down beat.
The dance as we sat, chorusing each other
We enjoyed those nights
When all we did was share our viewpoints
Stress where we thought the argument might go.
The job done, washing up over
Time for a reprise, a revisit once more
When resolution was reached
We all headed home, the song,
That song we loved.
That echoed the love of Mum and Dad’s place.