The Kitchen

"The Kitchen" Good old fashioned witchery in the kitchen Casting spells to allure one's nose with manipulative spices Sniffing the air with special interest, People stop what they're doing The toaster let's off a melodious chime in the background Offering the crisp smell of lightly browned perfection Doughy goodness never done haphazardly This is what homemade bread is all about The dinner bell sings with a ring-a ding-ding Drawing people into her dining room from everywhere With preparation that went into stirring a wonderful mix Good recipes are those made for gathering the family To fill a grumbling tummy instigated by culinary magic The love that is put into the dish will never be fully appreciated But the chef can see the company around the table is her gift returned For performing a social stew, even if enjoyment lasts but a few minutes She will dine on togetherness feeding her soul more than her stomach There is only one moment each day when love fills her plate A couple of whistling teapots start a chorus of piping hot hymns Holy loving care for a lightly flavored fantasy It is music to their ears Such is the ultimate compliment, while serving to impatience As good cooking gets eaten by faces over packed Napkins are forgotten with the manners put aside The final course of the meal and she can see her incantation working All eyes are on her as she enters the dining room once more For her last dish of sweetness, there is sweetness returned By a sort of thankful yet quiet anticipation and in it enough is said To be remembered later when hearing the discordant clanking of dishes