Dinner’s ready!
And so are we.
Ah! The aroma of the
Freshly baked chapattis
So welcoming.
And the motherly love
That comes in dollops
With every morsel.
Unbeatable!
“Done?” Mum asks,
“Done?”
I mull over
I hesitate.
Perhaps the color of my cheek answers.
For here comes another ladle,
Full of love.
Yummy!
The door bell rings
The mirage dissipates
Somewhere in the ringing.
I reluctantly take
The dinner parcel,
Unceremoniously set my plate,
Eat silently
And crave for that ladle
Of love. Of taste.
Mom, I am still hungry!
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There's nothing quite like Mom's home-cooked food, is there? I don't think we ever outgrow the longing for the comfort of Mom's cooking!
ReplyDeleteGreat job!
Thank you so much Nenna. Well I second your thought completely. Mothers are the best cooks ever :) And many congratulations to you for win :)
DeleteLovely; Dad's are getting better cooks I notice these days too!_/\_ x
ReplyDeleteParents are the best. :) Thank you so much Nelabligh
DeleteLovely poem, Ruby. Mother's cooking is delicious because of her love. :-)
ReplyDeleteBeautifully captures that longing we have for mom's extra special cooking. and now I really want a chapatti!!
ReplyDeleteYup .. so agree with your words. Guess, We share the taste for chapattis :)
DeleteChappattis! Delicious! Nice moments...
ReplyDeleteJoin the chapatti gang :) Thank you so much Managua
DeleteAh, full of nostalgia!
ReplyDeleteNothing beats a home cooked meal, especially one made with a mother's special touch!
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Thank you so much. I totally agree with your feelings here.
DeleteMom's cooking sounds even better when facing another take-out meal, too :) This makes me hungry for fried foods of my youth that I refuse to cook because they are so bad for you!
ReplyDeleteYeah and I am having take-out meals every day so guess I am always hungry :)
DeleteWhat a great tribute to Mama's cooking!
ReplyDeleteThank you Sandra, thank you so much.
Deleteso sweetly told
ReplyDeleteThe moment so well captured.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your kind words.
DeleteVery nicely done. Good descriptions.
ReplyDeleteThank you Joe :)
DeleteI just realized I never clicked "publish" on my comment. Good golly, you'd think I'd never done this before.
ReplyDeleteAhem.
I meant to say. . .that my mother is a terrible cook, by her own admission. I was always jealous when others would say that there's nothing like their mom's cooking. I get the feeling they meant that differently than I did. ;-)
I am so glad that you read this and shared your thoughts here.
DeleteYour writing makes me long for the meals my deceased mother used to prepare.
ReplyDeleteThe best memories that can fill one's heart - priceless. I am sorry for your loss but I am glad that you cherish the best times you have had with her.
DeleteYou wrote a lovely tribute to your mother.
ReplyDeleteMy father was the cook for us, my mother worked. The best meals I remember were when visiting my father's family. Farm cooking, everything was home grown. That, was awesome!
That sounds like such a great good time. Thank you so much Renee
DeleteThis is awesome! :D I love the way you used color. I want a ladle-full now too :3
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Draug. It is really good to hear such encouraging words from you
DeleteI love it when my daughter comes home and requests I make her favorite dishes. This reminded me too of when I was away from home for the first time and longed for homecooked meals.
ReplyDeleteNow I know how my mother feels when I go back and ask for my favorite dishes. Being away from home, I miss her food almost regularly.
DeleteAww is this sweet! I love chapatis - and everything about your lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for such inspiring words Stephanie.
DeleteWhat a lovely poem and tribute to Mum and the love she brings to the table. I wanted to be there! ;)
ReplyDeleteThank you Lumdog. Thank you for such kind compliments.
DeleteI love mom's cooking! Very good.
ReplyDeleteThank you Deana. I love mom's cooking too.
DeleteA lovely poem that I can relate to.
ReplyDeleteI am so glad that you can relate to this feeling.
Deletemmm memory and taste and smells so subtly and powerfully linked
ReplyDeleteI am so honored to hear such words Steven. Thank you so much.
DeleteUnfortunately, I don't think I will be inspiring such gustatory nostalgia, but hey, I get them fed!
ReplyDelete** the motherly love that comes in dollops ** is so gorgeous, Ruby!
Thank you so much Kymm. And I do believe that your kids love your cooking :)
DeleteI can almost smell the chapattis! Nice writing.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.
DeleteAh,Moms know the best & nobody can beat their cooking!I can so relate to your poem cos when I was in the hostel(more than 2& half decades back)I used to miss home cooked food & the day I arrived I would give out my "farmaish",lol!Later on my daughter did that-she still misses her Nani & says no one can cook better than her,though she loves my cooking too.Loved the way you used the prompt-beautifully expressed:-)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Atreyee. It was so good listening to your thoughts :)
Deleteso many comments echoing my thoughts. Sweet.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Ann.
DeleteI think I prefer your mother's cooking to my own ;)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.
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