The Smell of Home

In my best friend’s kitchen, time stands still,

a cozy time capsule, her laughter a thrill,

each spice she adds tells stories anew,

the warmth of her family wafting through.

The worn countertop, speckled with flour,

each meal she prepares carries love like a flower,

a fragrant reminder of childhood’s embrace,

a gathering place where I find my space.

We chop and we stir, the world fades away,

a haven of comfort at the end of the day,

the smell of home lingers, deep in my bones,

her kitchen, a refuge, where I’m never alone.