Bev The Kitchen Lady Poem by Kevin Seales

Bev, what will we do when you're gone
It's not like we have a choice
Like moving the clouds to see the sun
Because the wet green grass is too moist

Who will we count on to clog up the sink
Because you didn't use a strainer
There's only one person I can think
That could use some holes in their container

How would Adam get the carts to the kitchen
If you were nowhere to be found
Look at the things that you would be missin
In our wonderful little town

Bev we know that you'll retire soon
Your final chance to get away
From serving food, and counting spoons
Doesn't that make you want to stay