Echoes in the Kitchen

Oil sizzles in the pan, I stir with care

Steam rises, memories fill the air

Grandma’s laughter, drifting through the spice

Grandpa’s stories echo through the rice

Lonely dancing, rhythms in my hand

Their voices guide me as I try to stand

I hear echoes in the kitchen, every word they said

Recipes mixing love, flavors that never fade

While I cook alone, their wisdom in my head

Bringing midnight joy to every dish I made

Chopped onions, tears fall in the glow

Old radio tunes as I let the mango flow

I taste their kindness, woven through the stew

Every sprinkle, seasoning feels like something new

Lonely dancing, rhythms in my hand

Their voices guide me as I try to stand

I hear echoes in the kitchen, every word they said

Recipes mixing love, flavors that never fade

While I cook alone, their wisdom in my head

Bringing midnight joy to every dish I made

Every pot remembers, every apron sings

Snapshots of laughter woven through these things

Stirring up the memories, flavors linger on

I feel them beside me though they’re gone

I hear echoes in the kitchen, every word they said

Recipes mixing love, flavors that never fade

While I cook alone, their wisdom in my head

Bringing midnight joy to every dish I madeSteam rising, stories drifting in the night

Cooking, remembering, holding their voices tight