Paul S. Gifford
I smirk as I take my sharpest chef’s knife from the rack,
And then I balance it perfectly in my hand.
I study my target.
I am determined.
I walk over, and I rigorously cut.
As I slice-
my eyes well up…
And tears begin to cascade down my face.
But still I persevere
I am relentless in my task.
It simply needs to be done…
For what is beef stew –
without the onions?
©Copyright December 23, 2007 by Paul S. Gifford