Use To Be Us
Oh to be in your kitchen once more
To watch you work while I lean in the frame of the door
To see what you make, and be there firsthand
How you captured the science, I’ll never understand.
I was always more of the chef, the cook
Experimental artist who wouldn’t look at a book
But you are the baker, maker of delights
As you pour in emotion as a poet when one writes.
Oh how I long to be in your kitchen once more
And my times with you weren’t a memory I store.
How I long to hold again as you make something sweet
Warm cookies served with milk, memories favorite treat.
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