How beautiful you are. I dream of you often, the sounds you make hitting the stove, the way you glisten hanging from the range hood. You sparkle with tradition and radiate class. I know when im with you my ingredients would be fresh, crisp, expensive and of the highest quality.

I will have worked hard to be with you. To stand next to you, many hours would be spent getting to that moment. Washing many uglier pots, suffering cuts from a knife i couldn’t quite master sharpening yet, burns from oil that shouted there own escape from unloved cook wear.

But how i dream of you my little cooper pot.

I am closer to seeing you. My scars are healed from those earlier days, only i can really notice them. Many hours of practice and repetition means my knife is always sharp. My fingers are always pulled back. The blade only comes close on my last day when the hours of work take there toll on my mind wondering off to think of you. The oil and me are friends, I now know how it sings. It still escapes from time to time, My skin is not afraid though. It keeps me on my toes and reminds me to be careful. I work with better pots newer pots but they are still not like you. They are shinny and taken care of, they sometimes even hum many a note on a busy day. They don’t sing like you though.

I walk past a store and see you. You beckon me to come say hi. Of course i run to your side, i pick you up with such joy. My heart is a flutter and my smile is the biggest it has been in some time. I take in ever edge, the feel, the weight. Your handle is perfect. You are perfect. oh my little cooper pot. I can not have you yet though. i place you back on the shelf.

We aren’t ready to be together. I still have much to learn. I can wait for our moment.

So until then my little cooper pot i will dream of you ever night. 

Many years have passed and i have almost forgotten you. It isn’t your fault though. Id forgotten our love, our bond, our dream. I went down the wrong path and followed plastic, education and tittles. You didn’t give up on me. You came to me in my dreams. You reminded me of our plans, our future and what we both could be together. 

So here you are sitting on my kitchen bench, still perfectly wrapped up. I take my time with you. To marvel at your beauty. Theres no need to rush, we have time, as you are all mine.