Resigned is what I am when I walk into the kitchen before supper time.
Bile is released as I make the mistake of looking in my child’s lunch box.
Epic is the perennial question, “What’s for dinner?”
Pizza is the stalwart response.
Busy are my hands as I chop, dice, scramble fry, and steam.
Create is what occurs as a meal forms in my kitchen.
Nourish is my intention with the food I prepare.
Companionship, company, and conversation are the rewards for my efforts.
Love is what I need to remember when I face this time again tomorrow.