The stove tops warm
The chattering of dinner conversation fill the air
We would talk about our day, or something funny that we found
Sometimes our hands would smell like newspaper ink
from an article you shared
Or you would make fun of the chubby catfish in the tank
The food warms our hearts, no restaurant could compare
The softness of the rice reminds me of the softness of your heart
The vegetables remind me of your love
The meat and tofu remind me to stay strong
and that you are someone I can rely on
Friends may come and go
And all of us grow old
But your laughter at the dinner table
Is something my heart will always know
Nov 24, 2021
Nov 24, 2021 at 9:40 PM UTC
The stove tops warm
The chattering of dinner conversation fill the air
We would talk about our day, or something funny that we found
Sometimes our hands would smell like newspaper ink
from an article you shared
Or you would make fun of the chubby catfish in the tank
The food warms our hearts, no restaurant could compare
The softness of the rice reminds me of the softness of your heart
The vegetables remind me of your love
The meat and tofu remind me to stay strong
and that you are someone I can rely on
Friends may come and go
And all of us grow old
But your laughter at the dinner table
Is something my heart will always know
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