My narrow galley kitchen has finally worn itself out.

My starting point, my launching pad, my comfort zone, my cooking lab.

Site of several  triumphs, and  many moments of doubt.

Once it was new and sparkly.  Now broken-down and drab.

 

I first entered the kitchen seems like  a lifetime ago

Newly-wed, newly-preg’d, not really sure what I was good for

Hub was skeptical of it’s dimensions, perhaps he did know?

I insisted: “Small kitchen, small mess” (my organizational skills are poor).

 

It wasn’t long before it became my spot; my own little patch

A place to retreat and to recharge, how I returned to myself.

Skills began to grow.  Dreams started to hatch.

A lot of time spent indoors -which was not so good for my health.

 

Some have said: You’ve come so far you’ve done so much

And nice as those words are,  they’re not 100% true

I’m still a little  jumbled, a bit of a kitchen klutz

But the mess will be bigger flavor’d  because my workshop will soon be new.