A Chef At Heart

In the quiet morning light, I rise with glee,

A kitchen beckons, calling out to me.

With hands that dance and spirits bright, I start anew,

For every step, a treasure, every flavor true.

The scent of garlic, herbs in gentle sway,

A symphony of aromas guiding my day.

Chopping, stirring, tasting as I go,

In these small acts, my passions flow.

Cooking is more than just a daily chore,

It’s an art, a craft, a myth and lore,

A dance of senses, touch, taste, and sight,

Turning simple ingredients into pure delight.

The sizzle of onions, the crackle of oil,

Moments like these make my soul coil.

In every pour, in every spice I add,

Lies a love so tender, so deep, so glad.

There’s joy in shaping dough with careful hands,

Creating bread that warms and understands,

A loaf of comfort, made from heart and beat,

A humble offering, sweet and complete.

Sharing meals with friends, family near,

Their laughter ringing, their voices clear,

These gatherings woven with love’s thread,

Filling hearts, not just plates, until all are fed.

Cooking teaches patience, resilience, grace,

A sanctuary where worries find no space.

Through trials and errors, I learn, I grow,

My love for this craft continues to show.

From morning’s first light to evening’s calm,

Cooking is a balm, a gentle psalm.

It’s an act of love, a gift I hold tight,

Turning simple moments into pure light.

So here’s to the joy of cooking’s art,

A passion that resides deep in my heart.

With every dish, with every shared smile,

I find my happiness, mile after mile.