-Orchid sits on the Kitchen Table-

An orchid listens on the kitchen table, 

A group of voices dance amongst each other,

The sounds echoing different tunes,

One group's words are like a banging Dongson,

The others speak like the weaving of yarn.

An orchid sees on the kitchen table,

Dishes that sit amongst each other,

A burst of mitchmatch color,

Deep bowls of pho-

Terrariums of green,

Crispy Banh-mi-

Tan and flavorful,

Fresh grilled hamburgers-

Covered in gravy, 

All paired with southern lemon iced-tea.

An orchid feeds on the kitchen table,

As the family hugs amongst each other,

Plastic boxes of tupperware squished between the bodies,

As they wish goodnight to one another-

Four remain,

The two adults clean up,

While the two children play.

An orchid waits on the kitchen table,

Boxes lay amongst each other, 

The house once lively-

Now lays bare,

No more voices that echo through the kitchen,

No more mouth watering dishes on the counter, 

No more goodnights or play time.

An orchid greets at the Kitchen table,

New fresh faces enter the home,

New dishes fill the table-

Of different mismatch dreams,