With The Intimacy Of The Early Dusk Poem by Gert Strydom

With the intimacy of the early dusk
the table is clear for saying prayers
while you bake pancakes,
where I see the dough hissing splashing about in the pan,
while the olive oil does gleam bright and shiny,
and the smells of sugar and red cinnamon do hang
while you blot out oil from the backed pancakes
and it's as if I am imagining my young childhood days
while you do play tumbling with a pan,
when your eye catches mine and you do steal my heart.