After da news of my sweet Mish Pinny. Bly had been taking a lot of time to myself. To sit, to cwy, bland to think of sweet memories. One of our blavorit things to do was to sit in the Gawden and make up stories and poems of all the pwants that were growing. It’s a way Bly feel connected wif her now and inspired me during these tough days.

Bly felt sho connected to Mish Pinny writing dis poem, bland I hope you blenjoy weading it as much as I blenjoyed writing it.

Ode to A Leek

by Tiny Chef
(translated by mish ally)

With flowers so soft and roots so strong,
Fronds tucked in side by side,
Reaching long across the ground,
And lifting towards the sky.

I came across this mighty trunk,
And breathed the savory air,
As the gentle breeze ran through your leaves,
You danced so, without care.

I asked to sit and rest a bit,
And spend some time with you.
And in the silence, we said so much,
As best friends often do.

A thought, I held, the way you meld
Ingredients together,
How your subtle sweetness shines,
I could ponder this, forever.

As my mind played thoughts of you,
I closed my eyes and smiled.
Oh, what a gift I had, to sit
And stay with you a while.