We gather at the kitchen
To eat, drink tea and tell stories
Laughter rings out deep and true
Stories are told from old
Tea is drunk and refilled
We still share in the snack
In the laughter, in teaching
Hot mendezzai as well as
More language judged by speaking
Laughed about when we speak
Just right, sharing of light
Whispered stories of fear
War where we hid, how
Lights are not a friend
Staying as lookout for a shower
Rain pours down from the sky
We are stuck in smaller space
Still we gather at the kitchen
Walking each other to the gate
Hands held as escorts, in friendship
Swinging the symbol of
The sacred story
I will always remember the kitchen