An ode to just one woman
Is a difficult task
But if you'll bear with me
I will try my very best
To do her justice
This is a woman I promise
You've never once met
Though you may've heard
When I've spoken of her
She is a stranger to you still
And so I hope to give you
Just a tiny glimpse
Of what it is like
To know her as I do
She is perfected
In the art she practices
She has an eye
For combining all of life
Into one delicious dish
She is a mother and wife
A woman who takes care
To nourish her own
And spice to perfection
Everything she creates
To watch her
Is to watch mysticism itself
Turning bits of this
Portions of that
Into a new glorious recipe
It really doesn't matter
Whatever your going through
She'll whip something up
And serve it hot
Now to the outsider looking in
It may well seem
That she is one dimensional
That there is only one thing
She knows how to cook
But having lived with her
I must say
She possess a thousand varieties
Of that singular dish
A million cascading
Flavors
Culled from every aspect
Of the life around her
And the more you devour
What it is she serves
The more you can come to enjoy
The essence of what she does
The more you find yourself
Craving her creation
That marvelous dish
She calls
Kummerspeck.