Tag: Poem

The taste of the moment

The skillet of cast iron
Harness the heat
ingredient blend in proportion
spices sinking deep

Each bit done for the craving mouth
nothing goes waste
expressed on the grateful tongue
That we know as the taste

Taste lies
not in the fire
That heats

Nor in the skillet
That suffers the heat

Nor in the ingredients
That is cooked

Nor on the tongue
That tastes

Taste lies
In the moment
that bring it all together

Taste lies
in the hand that stirs
That blends the family together

Amma (mother)

For her, life is people,
In her priorities
She
comes last

Her heart does the thinking,
She feels for all,
Her own feelings
come last

Her memories are us
Her messages, sometime remind us to remember
Her ownself??
she forgets fast

She rolls the laddus and bakes the cake
Each one’s likings comes first
Her aches
comes last

She is our identity
She is Amma
Happy birthday Amma
have a blast