Morning, noon,
or late at night
I love to cook,
it's my delight.
Dishes old,
and dishes new.
The recipes
are not a few.
And when the family
sits and dine,
the compliments
are just too fine.
And as for some,
Remarks are twice.
But, does it really
Taste that nice?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I admire those who can, and love to cook. It is such a beautiful art.