In the kitchen she stands,
A queen in her domain.
With pots and pans in hand,
She creates a feast, not plain.
Her hands move with grace,
As she slices and dices away.
Her heart fills with love,
As she prepares for the day.
For her family and friends,
She toils and sweats.
Her passion never ends,
As she creates culinary sets.
Oh, woman in the kitchen,
You are a master of art.
Your food is not just nourishment,
But an expression of your heart.
So cook on, dear sister,
And never forget the magic you weave.
For in your kitchen, you are a queen,
And your food is fit for a feast.
About the Creator
Judith
I am a housewife with a passion for writing and a talent for creating interesting articles. With my talent for writing and my passion for sharing, I will sure to become one of your favorite article creators.
Fangs of Light
This story is a continuation of the Tales of Ezok that began in "The Precipice." Reading this story and its companion "Whispers and Whisps" is not required to enjoy this story, but they will each add layers to the character we see here and I would be remiss to not mention them at the very least.
By Stephen A. Roddewiga day ago in Fiction
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