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3.8k · Jan 2020
The Chef
Nicholas Pan Jan 2020
With ideas in her head,
she acquires ingredients from creation.
She picks up some bread,
some meats and some crustacean.

With purchases in her hands,
she assembles them into her curation.
Each ingredient has a plan,
that's all part of her preparation.

She cook in her pots and pans,
dishes of her imagination.
Juggling flavours and textures,
from experience and experimentation.

She host her friends regularly,
not any one group particularly.
With smiles, laughter and her kitchen art,
everyone sense the generosity from her heart.

She is the artist,
the scientist,
the chef,
the friend
and my wife.
248 · May 2017
She
Nicholas Pan May 2017
She
She wakes up and rolls around in bed hoping to sleep a little more.

She washes up, prepares herself and makes herself pretty for the day. She smiles at the mirror, the mirror smiles back at her.

She starts the day and takes on the challenges the world has to offer.

She is intelligent, she is capable. She is almost 100 percent confident. Reassuring and encouraging words are always nice.

When she is with herself, she thinks. When she is by herself, she enjoys life. What will she do later? What will she achieve next?

She likes to be alone, yet she is surrounded with people who love her.

The day slows down. She starts to unwind.

She comes home, she settles down, cleans up and gets changed into comfortable sleeping clothes.

She rolls back into bed. She stretches. She makes herself comfortable and starts to doze off.

I smile at her. I give her a kiss. I whisper in her ear.

Daddy loves you.

Good night my love.
I'm not sure when "dear" became "daddy".
242 · Apr 2017
Beauty my vice
Nicholas Pan Apr 2017
You are too distracting.
I’ll stop to take a look. Then turn back for a second look.
I’ll stop to smile and soak in the feels.

You are too correct.
The lines. The curves. The diagonals.
The colours. The smells. The timing and pace.
Simply nothing I want changed.

There you are and then you’re gone.
I thought I saw you, but I did not.
At least I saw you in my mind even if I did not.

Why are you so seldom.
Never around enough.
Yet appearing when I’ve no time for you.
Just a little beyond reach.

Beauty my vice.

— The End —