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Mommy’s Dish

She cuts vegetables, swiftly with her knife

Grounds the spices to give them life

Puts the utensil on the gas stove

From the chopping board, gives the vegetables a shove

Adds a bit of oil to enrich the taste

And a bit of ginger-garlic paste

Puts in the spices that give the tempting aroma

Adds a bay leaf that beckons any soma

Goes in the essential salt

That is necessary to give your tastebuds a halt

But then she adds a special ingredient, without any doubt

That no recipe book will tell you about

It’s beautiful, mysterious and lies all above

She calls it ‘A pinch of love’


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  1. Oh wow…..that is so on point!! I’m smiling from ear to ear right now. Like…..that was sooooo good😊😊😊😊😊Be proud of yourself

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  2. AHHH *screams* This has to be my favourite poem! I’m a huge fan of food in general and an even bigger one of my mum’s cooking! And it’s sad that you hardly come across poems on foodπŸ™„πŸ₯ΊπŸ’•

    This was SO GOOD. πŸ₯°πŸ₯°πŸ€©πŸ’•

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