The Dance Floor

Theirs is a working kitchen, a pantry
at one end, large baking island in the 
middle, and an expanse of floor all 
around. As a working kitchen it happily 
offers daily meals of nutritious value 
and the fragrant delight of baked 
treats that only a woman charged with
enthusiasm over her sixty years of
marriage has the experience and skills
to meet the warmth and expectation 
a well-used kitchen can muster so
matter-of-factly. Besides its utilitarian
function, it is also a place of social
recreation. A dance floor, would you
believe? And why not, since one would
be hard put to dance on rugs that cover
other floors meant for relaxation. So
the kitchen it is where he and she sway
while clasping one another, dancing to
old, familiar tunes that so delight their
ears. Sometimes he sings the words and
sometimes she does. And when he holds
her, she feels as she once did a lifetime
ago, young and lithe and adored again.