Kitchen Table

There we share the delight of the day with mom’s homemade dinner.

There we keep the order of each day--

No matter how busy the day is,

We meet each other on time.

There the little kids play with the dumpling making, juice blending, and jello cutting.

Yes, here is a paradise of the children,

A messy and happy place as well.

Here we grow day by day,

From a baby to a toddler,
From a newly-wedded woman to a virtuous wife.

There will be always a space for the kitchen table in my mind.

There will last all the tracks of our family glory to shine.