Standing in my kitchen
I survey my empire
This is my domain
And everyone knows it too
It is my sanctuary
Where I can be with me
I did not choose it so
It opened itself to me
So If you are missing me
You now know where I am
I will be in my favourite place
And it’s out of bounds to you
My kitchen my sanctuary
It all started in a most peculiar way
‘Sweetheart, what’s for dinner’, he said
So into the kitchen I went
Soon it became an often thing
‘We are hungry mum’, they cry
And this is a constant theme
At least three times a day
I find I never have the chance
To leave this place, my kitchen
So what’s a woman to do?
I made it into my sanctuary
My very own hiding place
It is well equipped and loved
With a laptop on the stove top
I type and cook as well
Great music is just nearby
Don’t forget the snacks in the fridge
The cooker keeps me warm
No need for coats or heating
A cup of tea is never far away
I have made it fit for me
Now it’s a job to get me out
Of my grand old hiding place
My sanctuary, my kitchen.
Its where I want to be
Significance Speaks 