Like homemade vegetable and beef soup in the middle of December
My essence is sweet and lingering
Like fresh butter biscuits straight from the oven with honey dripping
My Words are deep and heavy
Like that good cast iron pan that produces the greatest eggs and pancakes
(You were not sure of that was pepper or a pan flake but you ate it any way lol)
I Digress
Now back to the realness
Goodness
My intelligence is expected yet surprising
Like the first bite on Thanksgiving perceived to be better today than it was on Sunday
But really it’s the same
My love is time-honored and timeless
Like that recipe your momma uses but you have never seen actually written
Just remembered, experienced, and passed down
I am Green tea,
Vitamin C,
hot soup,
humidifier,
The thick blanket because you are cold
The cool fan because all of sudden you are hot
I am your favorite spot
I am the secret spice of your life and
You act you do not know that, I am simply
Good for your Soul