Mother’s Love

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She smiled silently,

As wholeheartedly she cooked

But for whom, you know?

 

Maybe her parents

Or, wait, for her dearest friends?

Or her spouse who’s tired?

 

No, her smile speaks more

Of contentment and pure bliss

Of feeding someone

 

Who’s a part of her,

For whom she can slay the world

To protect and care

 

mother’s happiness

Lies in cooking for her child,

seeing them devour

 

Every tiny bite

With a captivating smile

Ahh… Pleasure it is.

 

Gruel or a feast

The heart behind that adds on

To the yummy taste.

 

An empty plate

Brings a smile

Through her hunger

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