We dance in the kitchen, still.
She cooks dinner
He checks over a child's homework
The radio wails tuneless pop
He can't take it anymore and yanks the dial
Their work stops
They wait a few bars
Then throw sidelong glances at one another
He grins
She blushes
I see skies of blue . . .
They dance on their first date in her kitchen
They dance at their engagement in his kitchen
They dance at the end of the wedding day in the hotel's kitchen
They dance on their honeymoon in the kitchenette
The honeymoon is over
But they still dance in the kitchen
Slowly swaying
They swirl around
Her apron flies
So does his heart
Around the corner soft giggles are muffled
"I want to be like Mommy and Daddy when I get married
We'll dance in the kitchen, just like they do!"
Little faces peek around to watch in wild fantasy
Mommy and Daddy just dance
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world.