In the quiet of the kitchen,
where flavours rise and fall,
I found a spark of mischief—
to let recipes
waltz with verse.
A whisk became a quill,
a pan the poet’s stage;
butter, herbs, and laughter
blending gently
line by line.
So here begins the feast,
where dishes dance in rhyme—
a little fun,
a little art,
and every plate a poem.
Reflections on Life
Self‑Discovery and Identity — “What Was and What Will Be”
“Childhood is where chalk dust becomes stardust, and every small step carries the wonder of a world waiting to be discovered.”
“And when night falls, the dreams we built in play remain glowing softly within us, reminding the heart it was once held without fear.”
By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
Poetry of Life 
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