I Am Said I (Huruma)

I am a child In my Grandmother’s Kitchen With the evening Closing in And we are alone The two of us By the open fire And she handing me Rice on a red plastic Plate and I savouring Its loveliness The lapping of flames In turf and the clock ticking We are not in need Of words And do not speak them I am a child In my Grandmother’s Kitchen Kneeling at her feet Hands joined and resting On her lap Finding God in The kitchen and the home Of our lives And being loved This is my prayer