Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

A Recipe of Love

Woven into the fibers of every rug
   Burnished in the grains of hardwood floors
Shining in the panes of sunlit windows
   Carved into great oaken doors   

Gleaming in newly polished silver chalice
   A recipe of love, a woman's dearest wish
In the pride of her kitchen, aglow on each utensil
   Baked into her every dinner's dish

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Chris Green December 12, 2019 at 8:03 AM Beautiful my friend. Indeed they say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach and it take a very special woman to accomplish that. Sounds like you have found one and that makes you special. Gershon Wolf December 12, 2019 at 1:12 PM I am the luckiest man on earth. I keep saying it, and I really believe it. Thanks, Chris. Cheers, Gershon

Caren Krutsinger December 12, 2019 at 3:47 AM My husband is the kitchen meister at our house. I feel I am forty years ahead of him, and he likes taking his turn. His wish is for a clean everything, yet, does he like to clean? No! It is nice to take pride in things. This poem reflects that in a great way. Gershon Wolf December 12, 2019 at 1:10 PM Thanks for the story of your kitchen, Caren! :) gw