Food For The Living

She moves with grace across the tile

Heat from the oven warming the house

Sugar and vanilla swirled out the window

Rolling pie crust into a thin dough

Her robe is open, exposing her flesh

The roast chicken on the stove

As she cuts its breast

Juices flow and the aromatics release

This is her definition of real peace

Quiet as she cuts

No thoughts in her head

Food without thought

Butter with freshly baked bread

She sets the table for two

With plates lined with gold

Shines the silver

Wine corked and put on hold

The first bite lights her up

Fireworks in her eyes

Delicious and warm

Food holds no lies

She doesn't know how to cook for one

Food is meant to be shared with the people you love

To gather, laugh and to have fun

As she sits across the empty plate

She thinks of him and what he would say

"This is amazing, great job babe"

He would go back for seconds

She would beam with pride

Melting whipped cream as it sits on the pie

She clears the dishes and makes her tea

She walks until she sees him

And sits on the ground by the sea

She closes her eyes and touches his head

Cold, hard stone

Bones in his bed

She places a cloth on his lap

Filled with freshly warmed bread

She smiles as she walks away

He always said her food could wake the dead