Memories of home

The aroma from my mother’s cooking pot fills the air
As the ladle cuts through the thickness of gravy
The gracefulness of which leaves me in awe

My mother’s cooking pot ensures I’m full
Till my little stomach cries, enough!
All the flavors tingle within me

My mother’s cooking pot takes care of guests as well
As though it contained enough food to feed the world
Everyone gets a large serving
For a merry heart and a boisterous laugh

My mother’s cooking pot brought me back to life
when my days were bleak
And I lay in bed all day

The aroma still seeps into my bones
Every time I visit her
It follows me even when I travel far
And it leads me safely back home

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