Today I hit the kitchen
With
my apron neatly tied,
Preparing
many recipes
My
file did provide.
For
each year on the holiday,
I
measure, chop and mix,
To
make the dishes that tradition
Taught
me how to fix.
If
I have the ingredients,
The
project’s kind of Zen.
I
get into the zone of knowing
That
I’m back again
To
carry on like I have done
So
many times before,
Reminding
me of who I am
Way
deep inside the core.
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