My Mother’s Changing Kitchen

My mother’s kitchen is bold and full of life,
much like herself, the emerald green leaves
of her plants grow wild. The walls change
colors with her moods during the passing
months. The selections of cuisine cook
in the oven alternating from spicy to bland
as her ever evolving interests die out
with her dispositions. The front door opens
as my sister Tawni breezes in with her romping
Bully and twinkle toed Chihuahua ready
to venture the world and pull my mother
away from her many redecorating schemes.