You beckoned me to the kitchen
Even when I have piling homework
To watch you with your wok spatula
With homely pleasures of your flavours
With arising curiosity and excitement
For three humble years I was tasked
To watch the sizzling magic of your wok
And the next three years a mundane task
To cook only a dish which
With growing apathy
I loathed to be at your beck and call
But I abided with reluctance yet due respect
Eventual realisation to my growing passion
A deeper appreciation to the art you impart
Then a surprise teaching of something new
Which I never knew
Will alas be the last
Before you depart without goodbye
In earnest, I recreate your flavours
Only in hopes you taught me more