Kitchen Concert

by Solveig Paulson Russell

One day I stopped to listen

To the sounds our kitchen makes,

And I was quite surprised to hear

That when my mom makes cakes,

It’s the whirr of her big mixer

With its beaters going ’round

That starts the kitchen concert

And fills the room with sound.

There’s the splashing of the water

And the dripping in the sink;

There’s a knife that scrapes the butter

With its clinkety, clink, clink;

There’s the rattling of the dishes

And the click of cupboard door;

There’s the whistling from a kettle

And the broom swish on the floor;

There’s the rhythm of Mom’s footsteps

And the tune she always sings—

Our kitchen’s full of many sounds

From all these happy things.

Illustrated by Judy Capener