Poem for December

Here is a lovely poem by Dana Robbins of the Bronx, New York.  It is from her new Moon Pie Press poetry collection called FRIDA'S BOOTS.  This is Dana's third volume from our press; the previous ones are THE LEFT SIDE OF MY LIFE and AFTER THE PARADE.  This poem was nominated for a Pushcart Prize.  


IN THE WINTER KITCHEN

In the dim light of a winter afternoon,
my father radiates warmth and peace

as he putters in the kitchen.  His square
strong hands deftly stuff and truss

a capon, sauté livers and hearts for
fricassee, tenderize meat for a stew.

As he cooks, he watches golf
on a small black and white TV,

his cooking celebrated by the hushed
applause coming from the tiny screen.

He winks a greeting as quietly I settle
at the kitchen table to bask in the aromas.

Through all the winters of my life,
I would carry the warmth of that kitchen
inside me.