The kitchen has always been more than a space to cook. It's a space where flavours and aromas stir up memories, love, and laughter. My poem is a tribute to this magical space that blends love with spice.
"For your every dish is a poem," said my father to my mother.
The kitchen is my domain.
Queen of all I
survey—
Pots and pans,
Spoons and
knives,
Jars of spices
in proud array.
Turmeric, Chili,
Cumin and Teel
Flavouring every
dish at every meal.
Each a different,
vibrant hue,
With hidden
powers,
Meant to comfort
and heal.
The sizzle of
onions, the clatter of spoons
A pinch of salt,
a dash of pepper—
A beautiful
harmony
On a warm sunny
afternoon.
Chop and blend.
Bake or fry -
There’s an ounce
of love
In every pastry
and pie.
It’s here where
soups simmer
And pots bubble,
And spice meets
the soul—
That the heart
is happy and whole.
This post is part of the Blogchatter Half Marathon 2025
Image credit: Pixabay.
so sweet, you make the kitchen a lovely place. I'm not very fond of the kitchen, even though I cook daily and do all the household chores.
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