My Inaugural Little Kitchen Soliloquy
I remember the Post Office in Mangonui
across from the store, beside the shore
where we collected our mail,
Cashed a cheque, bought a stamp
stood outside in the morning sun
enjoying a friendly chat,
about this, and also that.
The telephone exchange nestled out the back,
the place that linked the town as one,
by party line, one conversation at a time.
Long short long, funny ring tones back then.
The Post Office was all business inside,
socialising outside
before we wound our ways home,
By foot, bike or a car driven slowly,
round that windy, pretty harbour
road.
Where flame trees hung splendidly in red,
throwing shade on our foot steps ,
protecting our head,
as glorious flowers beckoned birds in for lunch,
allowing nests to be built in their arms.
Now I walk in your door, Post Office,
like it’s 1904
precious years later,
many incarnations of cafes and bakers,
bars and meal makers,
we have our own Little Kitchen,
already and waiting to serve us our treats,
coffees, salads, pies just for starters,
where we sit , inside or outside on welcoming seats.
Piping hot coffee,
served with the utmost of care,
alongside the chats with people, staff, and friends,
all of them loved, all of them dear.
Beneath umbrellas or without,
shooting seagulls with water pistols
seeing locals and calling out,
It's such a delight…
the ambient daily basking in sparkling sunlight.
all local, such talent,
in our melting pot village,
with honey, oils, condiments tucked around the café,
this Cafe has it all.
All for sale and ready to go
Even an author gets a spot,
a special shot in the show.
Nestled away from time, a better pace,
to look at life,
chance talks with strangers,
discovering common ground
as we swap our numbers,
promising, “see you around”,
while we continue new chats, outside in the sun,
and always with reluctance we have go home.
To leave all that enfolds and sustains us..
with a view of the sea,
in the best Little Kitchen,
with Tissa & Cherie 💗💖💥
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