I need you as I always have In the steam and heat of the evening boil You are my favorite, even though there are others Cheap plastic pink Fancy expanding gray ….but Stainless steel with the handles that get too hot You are mine. How many times have I burned myself because I got too close You tried to warn me, tried to flush the heat out of your holes But I poured too fast Gave you too much at once And you splashed me And I cursed you, cursed the pasta, cursed the heat And then nursed the burn I didn’t mean it and I want you back But you have taken up residence in the upper cabinet Its lonely there and quiet Maybe you like it better - you can think and rest But I cant But I am too short I cannot reach for you old friend. I resort to plastic.