67. Mother’s Recipe

Sweet aroma, morning coffee

Brown cookies, taste divine

Oozing with love, free

A waft of warm sunshine

A life by the kitchen

Hard labor in hand

A Mother’s story written

Hard to understand

A one-woman army

Oblivious of pain

Creating life’s recipe

Over and over again

She makes life good

Unchanged by time

As the soul of her food

With spices and thyme

Ever since a baby is born

With tender loving care

Though ages be gone

Truth of her food lies bare

Secret as of life’s water

No recipe book can compile

Proportions that matter

And an ever-lasting smile

A food for thought

Wherever she goes

Value of what you’ve got

Only a good Mother knows

© Venkat


One Comment to “67. Mother’s Recipe”

  1. LNV,

    Very nice poem. Keep it up!

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