Wafting up
From the kitchen of wonders
I smell
Pizza
Homemade pizza
Crafted by smiling hands
And happy fingers
That knead
And roll
And push the dough
And toppings galore
Tomato sauce
And pepperoni
And mushrooms
And sausage
And cheese
And everything
The scent wafts up
From the kitchen of wonders
And my nose perks up
Catching the aroma
Of dinner
Of homemade
Good
GOOD
Dinner
Rushing down the stairs
Into the kitchen
Where the table's set
For a family of four
[plus one dog]
Homemade pizza
From loving hearts
That dream of everything homemade
Everything real
And true
Like homemade
Pizza
For everything to be homemade
Pizza
Is a good place
To start.
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The Poems of Far Away
PoetryNot everyone has time for poetry. I know that. I respect that. If you really don't want to read this, it's okay with me. You can just leave. It's fine. But if you're still here, I would wish you could try to read these poems. Not everyone reads the...