A page in a cookbook,
Splattered and stained
From years of birthdays –
A recipe for my love’s favorite.
Made every year
Yet every bit as wonderful as the first time.
Or maybe better since I’ve made it more.
Tried and true,
Because it is amazing.
And I know it so well.
The page falls open again
For another birthday.
Yet every bit as wonderful.
Or maybe better, since I know him more.
Tried and true,
He is amazing.
Because I know him so well.
