The Inkwell

#socs #lid

in the midst of a quiet kitchen

something was brewing

sending a message to the little uns

lots of ingredients

were spending their time

bathing in a stock jacuzzi

you had seen one or two ingredients

but you were shepherded out

by the chef, aka Dad

and so as the magic mix of ingredients

bubbled happily on the stove

the keeper of culinary secrets kept guard

and you would watch, as on occasion

your dad would consult with the lid

throwing in some salt and perhaps pepper