the scents of a kitchen

THE KITCHEN

Tucked in a corner of Shrewsbury
At St. Michael's Lane and Lansdowne,
Every home had a mother and kitchen,
Where good smells did abound.

When called in for our suppers
Our mothers knew where we'd been,
They could detect the neighbors kitchens
Emanating from our skin.

We never, ever fooled them
As they were rolling up their sleeves,
"So, you were playing with the Tabash kids."
Sniffing lamb wrapped in grape leaves.

Each family had a special scent
Behind their kitchen door,
Where bodies, minds and souls were first,
Not the latest home decor.