My father's daisy apron

I had no idea.
None.
Who would?
But quarantine made things different.
Bizarre.
And in at least one way - amazing.
Did you know my dad can cook?
I did not.
My sister did not.
I don't think he knew either.
How could he have known his talent for cooking?
He used to work nonstop.
My father would leave early,
Come home late,
And never, ever have time to cook dinner.
And then in an instant he was back in our arms,
Constantly,
Working from home for only a few hours.
Then, he would put on the daisy-covered apron,
Stare intently at the YoutTube cooking video
And he would be in the kitchen for hours,
Chatting with coworkers, with us, 
And somehow produce wonderful chicken, rice and vegetable dishes
Which we never knew could come from our small kitchen. 
How did you do that?!
We would ask in amazement, savoring every bite,
And he'd excitedly talk about his newest discovery 
In barbeque, fried or sauted techniques. 
So - in a small way
I am thankful for this time we had,
For my family to discover another amazing part of themselves
And share these wonderful moments.
Otherwise, we never would have wittnessed my dad's cooking skills.
And I will always treasure my hard-working father
In a daisy apron,
Spoon in hand,
Smiling from ear to ear as we taste his newest discovery
And rave about its amazingness.