Singing in the Kitchen

I hear her singing in the kitchen. That’s when it’s at its most genuine, when she doesn’t know anyone is listening. She doesn’t have perfect pitch. She can’t hold notes much longer than most. But its beauty is in its fingerprints. It’s her. Her flaws. Her quirks. It echoes around this house and fills me with a familiarity that has been absent these long years, without her.

Paddy Dobson

18th May 2022