Abstract Poem.

What am I?

Clean or dirty,

Hot and good-smelly,

Near to your heart,

But resting in your belly,

I feel like a mother,

To children held dear,

And like perfume,

When your day has been drear,

Most of all I feel like your family,

When you all gather here,

I need steam and love,

And much good cheer,

Loneliness darkness and abandon,

Are my fears,

Friends laughter and full bellies,

Are my favorite things to see,

I am found in every home,

And I miss you when left alone.

I am a kitchen.



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