Bitterness, Warmth and Comfort The warmth of a heart
Comfort

In the realm of kitchens, where secrets abide,
Lies a tale of flavors, a journey inside.
A spoonful of bitterness, it begins with a sting,
Yet yields to a warmth, like the first breath of spring.
A vessel of memories, weathered and worn,
Each scar tells a story, of battles once borne.
It stirs in the cauldron of life's bitter brew,
A symphony of flavors, both old and anew.
Bitterness, a teacher, a stern, guiding hand,
It tempers the spirit, makes strong the withstand.
Like a splash of dark coffee, robust and intense,
It awakens the senses, dispelling pretense.
Yet nestled within, in the heart of the mix,
Lies a kernel of comfort, a soft, soothing fix.
A whisper of sweetness, a touch of reprieve,
Like honey on lips, the soul's ache it relieves.
The warmth of a hearth, a hug in a cup,
It cradles the weary, bids sorrow to sup.
With each tender swallow, it eases the pain,
A balm for the heartache, a break from the strain.
Through trials and tribulations, it stands by your side,
A faithful companion, a solace, a guide.
In kitchens of life, where emotions entwine,
This spoonful of solace, forever will shine.
So cherish this vessel, this symbol of grace,
For in it, you'll find life's intricate embrace.
A tapestry woven of bitterness, warmth, and delight,
A spoonful of living, through day and through night.
About the Creator
C.S LEWIS
I presently think positively. Railing and censuring just destroy. Confirmed speculation develops. I currently take a gander at the daily routine that I experience and confirm, "It is Great." I love and favor the Ideal Power inside me


Comments (1)
It seems like you are describing childhood, but still maybe just coffee and/or tea.