10/31/2025
The kitchen is quiet now.
No more clattering pans, no more humming tunes.
But if you listen closely,
you might still hear the echo of laughter,
the sound of me calling your name.
I hope you remember those mornings —
the smell of pancakes,
the stories that never had an ending.
Those moments were my heaven on earth.
And now, every time you cook,
I’ll be right beside you —
tasting, smiling, loving.