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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

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