Good morning, Kitchen.
A hive of activity,
Even on Sunday
Good morning, Kitchen.
A hive of activity,
Even on Sunday

Sitting in silence,
Just me, now; children in bed.
Peace reigning at last.

Sit, watching the sea
Stirring hidden emotions
Of love and laughter.

My! How things have changed
What we now take for granted
Once was very strange
Smouldering ashes;
Paper turned to grey powder.
Evidence destroyed.