Oh, my heart doth sing, my soul doth take flight,
When I think of my favorite place to dine,
A place where flavors blend, and joy does shine,
In my own home kitchen, so spiritually divine.

In this kitchen of mine,
I am the singing queen,
With my trusty tools & precious lost recipes at hand,
The herbs & pond in the garden, fresh and green,
Chirping birds, butterflies, bees, frogs, sparrow,
Stream symphony to hear.

With table and chair, and garden so fair,
Fresh herbs in abundance, beyond compare,
The scent of rosemary and thyme in the air,
Creates a feast for my senses, beyond compare.

Oh, the joy of cooking in my own kitchen,
With table, chair, and garden in sight.
The mountain and sea views, a feast for the eyes,
As I chop and stir, with a delightful might.

The smell of fresh herbs and spices fills the air,
As I create magical culinary delight.
The sound of laughter and conversation from the garden,
Fills my heart with warmth and light.

The chirping birds and flitting butterflies,
Add their own symphony to the delight.
The herbs in the garden, fresh and green,
Enhance each dish with their vibrant sheen.

The chopping board, a canvas so fine,
A masterpiece of culinary design,
The knives, they dance with graceful poise,
As I prepare the feast of the day's choicest noise,

The onions, they weep with joyful tears,
As they meet their fate in the pan with cheer,
The garlic, it sizzles with glee,
As it mingles with the oil so free,

The pots and pans, they sing with delight,
As the aroma of the meal takes flight,
The kitchen, it hums with my pets joyful sound,
As the cooking magic is all around,

The herbs in my garden, they whisper low,
Of the secrets of the culinary glow,
Their flavors and textures, so unique,
A symphony of taste, so unique,

The mountain view with clouds floating, a sight to behold,
The sea in the distance with deer tasting Adam's ale, a treasure to behold,
Chirping birds and butterflies, a symphony to hear,
In my home kitchen, my heart’s greatest cheer.

I love to cook for my friends and family,
To see the joy on their faces as they eat.
To know that I have created something special,
That they will remember for years to come.

Cooking is more than just a way to feed myself.
It is a way to express my creativity,
To connect with my loved ones,
And to bring joy to the world.

In this kitchen of mine, I am the singing queen,
With my trusty tools and recipes at hand.
I cook with unconditional love,songs & a dash of whim,
Creating feasts & recipes that are simply grand.

My pots and pans sing with every stir and every swirl,
As I dance and sway to the rhythm of the kitchen’s twirl.
The aromas of spices and herbs fill the air,
Inviting all to come and join me in my culinary lair.

With every dish I make, I pour my heart and soul,
Into each bite, I infuse a little bit of my goal.
To bring joy and happiness to those who taste,
And make their day a little bit brighter, with every single bite.

Oh, how I love to cook, in this place so dear,
With all the beauty, my heart is light,
My kitchen, a green herb haven, a place so clear,
Where love and joy, are always in sight.

Come my friends and join me, together let us dine,
In my home kitchen, a green aromatic place so divine,
With a view so grand, and a heart so light,
We’ll feast and laugh, through the day and night.

So if you seek culinary delight,
Look no further, for my kitchen’s in sight.
Come, dine with me with wine, and taste the cheer,
In this cozy space, without a speck of fear.

The kitchen, it's my sanctuary of poetry,
Where I create and nurture with glee,
With my trusty tools and lost recipes,
I am the singing queen, you see.

So thank you, my kitchen,
For being my sanctuary,
My place of creativity,
And my source of joy.

© Aneemkp

(I hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing about my viewpoint through this poetry!…)