KITCHEN THOUGHTS

I sit in my kitchen
at 8:30 in the morning,
rewarded by red leaves 
glowing against the green
of my yard.

I sit in my kitchen
rewarded by a cup of tea
and a fried egg about to burst
over a slice of rye bread.

What contest have I won,
what victory have I achieved
to be so rewarded?

No medal, no laurel wreath,
no gold watch or statuette,
no amount of money
could be more precious
than these unearned gifts I treasure
this morning
in my kitchen.



		Lucille Murphy