Contemplative Poetry
1 min
A Mother's Recipe
Latha Ramasamy
Infusing love and nourishment in food.
Hungry sons to feed. I plan to succeed!
Trials of labor, each new dish debuted.
Two different palettes to please - no feud.
Online school at twelve o'clock, lunch stampede!
Infusing love and nourishment in food.
Ponni rice boiled. Herbal tea is brewed.
Cilantro garnished, Indian indeed!
Trials of labor, each new dish debuted.
Dosa approved but coconut stew shoed.
Each new day my expectations exceed!
Infusing love and nourishment in food.
My sons poked and prodded, finally chewed.
Good? One - Disagreed; Other - Two thumbs up!
Trials of labor, each new dish debuted.
‘Tis Mother's recipe, I must conclude:
‘Tis spicy or not, LOVE is guaranteed!
Infusing love and nourishment in food.
Trials of labor, each new dish debuted.
Hungry sons to feed. I plan to succeed!
Trials of labor, each new dish debuted.
Two different palettes to please - no feud.
Online school at twelve o'clock, lunch stampede!
Infusing love and nourishment in food.
Ponni rice boiled. Herbal tea is brewed.
Cilantro garnished, Indian indeed!
Trials of labor, each new dish debuted.
Dosa approved but coconut stew shoed.
Each new day my expectations exceed!
Infusing love and nourishment in food.
My sons poked and prodded, finally chewed.
Good? One - Disagreed; Other - Two thumbs up!
Trials of labor, each new dish debuted.
‘Tis Mother's recipe, I must conclude:
‘Tis spicy or not, LOVE is guaranteed!
Infusing love and nourishment in food.
Trials of labor, each new dish debuted.
Spring into Poetry Contest, 2021 - San José Public Library
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