elsie mckay

I am gifted in the kitchen
and the bedroom.
Gifted in these hands, which press
dough to counter, which push
stew around pot, which play
in amongst your hair.
“Magic hands.” Bewitching.
Rising and falling hands.
Hands that weave and wed.

I am gifted in the home.
I am gifted.
And you my gift
are here with me.

And this, enough for me,
shouldn’t this be enough
for the world? Just enough.

Elsie McKay