The Chef of My Heart
The early morning sunrise jam
toast, scrambled eggs and ham,
a cup of coffee darkest brew
at the table just me and you.
News and static on the television screen
a glass of orange juice glance the blue sky scene
greetings for the brilliant light of day
as the hours of our years begin to slip away.
A brief lunch just passed noon
a bowl of soup and sandwich hewn
of BLT with mayo spread
as we wait upon the evening ahead.
Just another dinner early in the evening perceived
as pots and pans and dinner plates retrieve
the snacks and treats at the approach of night
super smells and tasty delights.
So glad you cook and prep the meals
my lack of expertise is surreal
and with every bite, I partake in sweet or tart
you are the chef, the cooker of my heart.
Cornucopia Cooking Contest 7/22/19
Chantelle Anne Cooke
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