A Different Kind of Cook - A Poem
Home is where the kitchen is.
Every worldwide family
Has a very special cook,
The one they treasure dearly,
The one worth a second look.
And yet they all are different,
Their approaches unique too.
It could be a favorite aunt,
Who makes “that special stew.”
Some keep it “plain and simple”
Some jazz it up a bit.
But when it’s on the table,
It’s sure to be a hit.
Some sure mess up the kitchen.
Some keep it spic and span.
Some only cook with chicken.
Some just cook for their man.
No matter what the menu,
When the cook is in her “lab”
The best part of her menu
Isn’t just how small the tab.
The fragrances that linger,
Around the kitchen door,
Like music to a singer,
A hint of what's in store.
We crave the old familiar
Our favorite “chef” will cook,
And all else is peculiar,
Not worthy for her book.
If there should be a contest,
We’re sure that she would win.
Her dishes’ judged the “Best”
With judges digging in.
Her face a humble smile,
Blue ribbons in her hand,
We knew it all the while.
Mom’s foods are simply grand.
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© 2012 Demas W. Jasper All rights reserved.
