Josmar F.
Google
Level 9”
for the chef who feeds both hunger and soul
At Level 9, the lights were low,
Yet every plate began to glow—
A canvas touched by fire and grace,
Each bite a journey, time, and place.
My mentor’s hands, the guiding flame,
Have taught me more than skill or name.
Tonight, they served not just a dish,
But heart and craft, and every wish.
Beside me, love—a steady light,
My partner’s calm, my son’s delight.
To share this joy with those I love,
Felt heaven-blessed, a gift above.
From start to end, the flavors told
Of memories, both young and old—
Of hours spent with flame and steel,
To cook not food, but truth we feel.
So here I sit, both guest and kin,
Inspired by what lies within:
A meal, a gift, a master’s sign—
Perfection lived… on Level 9.