Back in the 1980s,
Kitchens filled with chatter,
Stoves lit with sparks,
Laughter bubbling like boiling water.
American homes drifted away from kitchens,
And the world followed.
No irony here
Only a lot of regret.
Home-cooked meals matter.
They help save marriages,
Teach children the wisdom of grandparents
And revive the cultural essence.
Once, homes were made of people;
Now, fifteen women dine alone
Twelve men lost in walls of home,
Forty-one children start life apart,
Half of first loves break,
Two-thirds of second vows shatter,
Three-quarters of third dreams dissolve.
COVID made us dependent on junk,
Shrinking our hearts
And dulling our minds.
Being a cook is not anti-feminist
It is an act of care, of connection, of legacy.
Hope is not lost.
The remedy is only one step away,
Step into the kitchen,
Light the stove,
And reclaim the lost aroma of home.