My 3 Year-Old Grandson, the Chef

He wants to make me lunch
He covers the bottom of the pan
With a huge green leaf He
And his grandmother picked  
From beside the house.
He carefully places  
The other ingredients in.
Then he happily adds his special sauce  
Which is water from a drink bottle.
A meal of such delicacies as
Steamed seahorse and poached  
Robin egg, artificial from last easter
. . . Delightful!
And every time he hands  
Someone a plate he says,
"Enjoy!" . . . and no one knows who
Taught him that.
He hands me my plate
With pride and happiness.
He tells me, "Enjoy!"
And oh how I do, every last second
And even more so the precious memories.