Meet My Kitchen

The secret path to your heart that have you coming back.

A few steps down a narrow hallway that leads to the kitchen,

I go to the fridge and open the door,

There lays all the colors of the rainbow

Red, yellow, green, sizzle in a cast iron pot,

Awaits to cushion the fish that I got.

Culinary art is a talent I’ve got.

That allows me through

The secret path of people hearts.

Standing over my pot,

Without measuring ingredients in my thought.

I throw in curry in the garlic to taste,

As the spices comes together in a haste.

My family letting nothing go to waste.

 The passion that lie within my heart,

And the love for flavors wrap in art.

Some asked, are you a chef?

Is cooking your future dream?

No, I love to say;

Yet I stand all day and sweat away.

Practice now make perfect dish,

Pasta, jerk, curry fish

Place on the table as my family wish.