"Love is stored in the kitchen"

Lately, I have been thinking 

About the kitchen table,

Where love sits in a basket.

What is it about dinner 

That forgives all sins?

There is a quiet understanding 

Over a bowl of tomato soup.

"I want you to be warm"

How many words have

The wooden beams heard

In this lifetime.

Perhaps humanity has stumbled

Once or twice over the 

Course of existence

But we got this right.

The kitchen table in late

Afternoon,

Sun spilling over the edges.

Let me feed you.

What a lovely way

To tell someone "I love you"

-@mjm.poetry