An Ordinary Pot
In my kitchen I have an ordinary pot but it's very special to me,
because this pot belonged to my Grandmother you see.
Big and black with handles on the side,
not much to look at with the naked eye.
She could orchestrate the food with a wave of her hand,
just like holding a baton to lead the band.
Now I am the composer of the recipes,
with an ordinary pot that's very special to me.
Copyright © Joseph Sergi | Year Posted 2013
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