When I see the woman in the kitchen, I see all I desire in life. A beautiful home full of laughter and love, a smile that outshines any star and a pair of open arms to go to when times seem hard. The woman in the kitchen knows all things. She sees through lies and has experienced the world. Her children are successful and her husband is wise. But she is the boss and the Queen of her own palace. I see power and might in her eyes. And no one dare questions her royal decree. I see the woman in the kitchen and I see a wonderful world. Her love is bountiful and as endless as the sea. She is strong, beautiful and fierce. The rest of the world should bow down at her feet. I love her with all my heart, the woman in the kitchen. She is the Grand Mother. I only love queens.
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Tales of a Neverland Lost Girl
General FictionThese are a collection of short stories, poems, monologues and whatever else I like that have been trapped in my head for a while. Xoxo
