She must be making a jar of pickles
Cutting tangy lemons with her knife,
While sprinkling symphony of flavors
She must be adding the spices of life.
She must have written in the kitchen
A letter with crispy, emotional mess
She must have enveloped it then
Thinking about me and my fondness.
I kissed countless memories embedded
In her unconditional love of gold,
Felt the divine womb, she enveloped
I whiffed and tasted the pale fold.
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dedicated to my mom~





















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This is a lovely image larger than a mural.
Bhawana,
Such an exquisite poem of scent, memories and scent memories. The reader identifies so easily with everything you've written here; so much love poured out of you onto the page, and it is obvious to everyone who reads this gem.
Such a wonderful mom you had and such wondrous, giving love she passed onto you.
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I really liked it.
None are cut from the same mold. Their spirit lives on through us , and our memories of them.