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burning flames of bubbles burn under pot boils of water on rock,
emitting odors of a meal to come at the time of six o'clock,
adding spices and cutting bits small sliding from the board,
watering mouths fill from the scent of ignited memories stored,
bubbling louder from the thickening foods pushing moisture into the air,
the hands grip the sides of the pot to move with every care,
placed on the table with awaiting impatient eyes bulging from hunger pain,
the spoon dipped deep and lifted out slowly served once then again,
with all bowls filled and aroma's floating in the steam rising up,
more is given with water poured into the drinking cup,
eventually all the pot is empty and just bouncing spoon on tin,
as the family is happy and relaxed with stomachs no longer thin.