Home Cook Meal

Listening to the sound of the cooking oil in the frying pan,

The way the fire dancing around.

The smell of  the home cook meal set an alarm,

I feel my tummy moving round and round.

How I dislike to cook back then,

I just love to eat more often.

And watching my Mama or Papa cooking,

And when he's busy mixing,

And I'm behind him...

I hurriedly pick a few and slowly move unseen.

But  the day came that I really need to learn,

I need to know not just for my boss concern.