This morning when we woke up,
Mum said let’s cook a dish.
Dad suggested lamingtons,
But Tray suggested fish.
 
The splashing of the water,
The sizzling of the oil,
The bubbling of the water,
As it starts to boil.
 
The clanging of the pots,
as they’re scrubbed clean.
The oven’s timer,
giving us the ding.
 
The creaking of the cupboard,
The grumbling of our tummies.
The clinging of mum’s earrings,
Dad’s excited squeals.
 
The rattling of the silverware,
As mum brings liquorice.
The happy chatter of family,
As we eat our dish!