The Many Views From My Kitchen Windows

1. Kitchen Windows

So many kitchen windows face the wood

of fence as barriers against the world

where years of vine have grown over the gnarled

and broken lumber where the city stood.

With window open I could hear sirens

while boiling bones to make a broth for soup.

I hear some voices argue on the loop

while bananas on the counter ripens.

Or views of many trees who lost their leaves

while brewing coffee early in the fall

or serving breakfast while the sleepy rise.

To ponder food under the shadowed eaves,

so with a little planning feed us all,

under the window holding cloudless skies.

2. In Every Home

How many kitchen windows I have seen

a sunrise over breakfast as I cook

to stop my chores at sunset with a look

and ponder past from window when I clean.

When not at work I live here by window

to either feed my children daily meal

or gather carrots, potatoes to peel

from morning till I fall upon pillow.

Currently I see my neighbors backyard,

Small patch of garden where they try their luck.

Pail where kneeling children roughly pull weeds.

Where once I stood to bake and keep on guard

to watch toddler move a play dump truck

a place to dream while fulfilling our needs.

3. Weathered Storms

Or views from Rose with mountains on our side

a view that inspired many haiku

with rabbits, quail, and children in the stew

to wash the dishes on a mountain side.

The years of “Roughing It” through steamed window.

Through the pregnancy of our youngest son

who weathered storms that made the wildlife run

a small family already in tow.

Or when the window over looked the slide

with force that covered half the valley floor.

Sometimes you stop to stand or sit and stare.

To think behind this window I have cried

so many memories on shelf in store

to collect as litany and prayer.

4. Some Peace

My favorite by far are of yards

where as I cook I watch the children play

a safe place where my spirits often lay

where action figures sit and play as guards.

To stare out over my dog as she naps

under the shade of giant ancient oak

I place dried beans in water to soak

and ponder when to bring the pets their scraps.

I really only want one thing in life

these moments when I find some peace in work

with all my senses working overtime.

As I cut fruit with freshly sharpened knife

and hand out snacks as if I am store clerk

I gently rub a roast with fresh grown Thyme.

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Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry.I started writing for TCE around 2015 and since then I have finished seven collections of poetry and plans for more.I currently live in Lemmon Valley NV with my family.If you desire to find my other work on the internet feel free to stop by my website simplepoetics.weebly.com.The website offers articles on poetry, poems, and links to all my other writing.

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