From Kitchen to Plate
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She stands in the kitchen,
nothing fancy—
just her and the day.
The kettle hums,
pans warm,
and something simple begins.
She doesn’t rush.
She knows the rhythm—
taste, stir, wait.
Her apron carries years,
flour and stories,
laughter caught in the seams.
Recipes live in her hands,
not on paper.
She just knows.
We sit,
drawn in by the smell,
by something deeper than hunger.
Plates are passed.
Eyes meet.
The world slows down.
It’s never just food.
It’s care,
served warm.
And somehow,
in every bite,
she’s still holding us together.
By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)