The Museum In The Kitchen

The Museum In The Kitchen

When you are growing up, you notice how your parents have odd stuff. And by odd, I don’t mean a British policeman’s helmet made out of pink leather, or a taxidermied weasel wearing a tuxedo. I mean odd in the way that it is the only one of its kind. Mugs and teacups, notably. Your parents might have six mugs …

Your Things

Your eyes know no concept of the passing of time And the edge of the world is the park and the swings. I observe as you patter to a small wooden table and apply delicate care in aligning your things; A spaceman, smiling, a crocodile and a dog Two little ducks and a hamster that sings.