
My wife’s kitchen is her solar system
where she never burns out.
The heat of her stove has been sizzling
for more than fifty-five years.
When she cooks, she’s at her most beautiful.
I find nourishment orbiting her star.


My wife’s kitchen is her solar system
where she never burns out.
The heat of her stove has been sizzling
for more than fifty-five years.
When she cooks, she’s at her most beautiful.
I find nourishment orbiting her star.
Beautiful post 🌹🌹
Thanks. Glad you liked.
Quite a tribute, Jonathan. May you enjoy many more years of mutual love and nurture.
Thanks for the nice comment
You are a lucky man. When my wife sets out to cook there are always injuries, the children run in terror and we have to order a pizza home. I’m still in love, though. I’m not bored.
My dogs use to do that whenever I decided. Set off one little smoke detector and they never will forget it.
Beautiful!
Beautiful. I am enjoying discovering your poetry
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