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.