Ode to My Stove

I light the oven with a match
But then it heats real well.
The burners function perfectly,
As far as I can tell.

There’s storage space for pots and pans
Behind a separate door
And extra room on top for things,
A plus that I adore.

My percolator sits there with
My iron and a crock
Filled with spatulas and ladles
And assorted kitchen stock.

It’s sixty years of age, so many
Never could embrace it.
I like its continuity;
There’s no need to replace it.

Like me, it’s almost an antique.
We’ve both watched seasons pass
But hopefully, together we’ll keep
Cooking with the gas!