she was never much a cooker yet she watched them from afar
all the scents and spices rendered she could pull out from each jar
i could not tell day from night time when she put it on my plate
but the menu was much more when she gazed on what i ate
she was never much a cooker but she times things to my heart
for a moment joined together all in seconds set apart
i'm not sure how she had heated all the flavors that we shared
there's too many zeros whispered from the ones we had not dared
she was never much a cooker but the apron i had tied
wrapped around my trembling fingers like the ones i had denied
she stood back in all her graces i stood back in sins of mine
she put out her great abundance on the meal where we would dine
she was never much a cooker and i watched from where i sat
some would say you're just a looker but her beauty floored me flat
so i sat inside my silence too few words to offer grace
God had sent me one too many blessings i could not replace
she was never much a cooker but i tried to tempt my taste
knowing she was there my angel and i spent it all to waste
goodness goes to vast misfortune like the tears we sometimes shed
she was never much a cooker ... i was never so well fed