Kitchen Contentment

Boiling kettle, a whistling
An imitation of life

Water, for delicious tea
Bubbling hot, a sober joy

Living in satisfaction
And sweet, kitchen contentment

Warm feet, upon the pup's back
Massaging toes, gently squeeze

Watching, out my windowsill
The warm sun, slowly rising

Safely, within make-believe
My world, of golden pipe dreams

The mind, remains crystal clear
Sharp eyes, a frozen topaz

I'm here, just living each day
Sipping, my thinking hot brew

© Copyrights G. Jones 2012