Day 9 - In the kitchen

 I got familiar with who she was

In the kitchen, 

She said she doesn't like cooking

But she spent most of her life there. 

Either it was her children complaining

That the food was boring, 

Or how her drunk husband always

Send the plate flying through the air. 

She was always tied down by 

The one thing that she hated-

Being in the kitchen. 

Her daughter always feared the kitchen, 

A room that held women prisoners

If they liked it or not. 

When people say cooking is therapy, 

She was sure they had a happy family. 

A day before she decided to run away, 

Her mother called her 'useless' while 

she was doing the dishes of the whole household. 

Her father's rage was the first thing 

She packed in her luggage, 

Her hope that love existed was stuffed in too. 

Her mother in her fifties call her a saviour

Who showed her that she can dream, 

Her father calls her sweet names and

Asks her when she can come back home. 

Small gestures does make a difference, 

But she slams the door in the face

Of men who questions her cooking skills, 

And she has never been confident 

To cook for someone with love but

She silently hopes to create a home full of love

That leaves broken memories outside the door.