We all grew up in your kitchen garden
You picked us all
Carefully
One by One
You put me in the freezer first
Some you used to quench your thirst
Some you poured in the kettle to boil
Some you covered with a golden foil
Some you let the processor run
Some you set in the microwave oven
Some you placed under the fine grater
Some you turned to paste in the mortar
Some you broke with a large nut cracker
Some you served others to feed on a platter
Some you allowed to joyfully toast
Some you forced to become sunday roast
Some you poached in the pressure cooker
Some you grilled on an iron skewer
Hello Mr Chef it’s not fair
I’m still in the freezer
Gasping for air…
By The Closet Poet
Ready 2 Right 