Love well served

Love well served

With this pan, I cooked for my mother.

Gave her a break and took on the offer

To cook for family, friends, and more.

As I was done, she asked what for.

An Act of service – Love freely given

I answered. I wanted her to smile once more.

In return, she hugged me tight,

Because of this, I felt great delight.

With this cake tin, I baked for my brother.

Filled it with his favourite things,

Like the banana bread – he said it was to die for.

Or the carrot cake, for which he would break the back door.

Love groes through the stomach as they say

And so I cook with this pan every single day.

For my mother, my brother and my future lover.

With this pot, I cook soup for me.

To remember when I’m sick, that I still gotta eat.

To remind myself when I’m fragile and weak

I love myself. It’s good I exist.

Longing

Pulsing light,

Fresh and bright

Bouquet in hand

But, oh, I can’t

Lest I stay forever.

A dove will sing

Heaven begins

Should you say

Can we be together?