No brand, no hype,
Pure love in every bite,
Sweets and savories,
Lip smacking delicacies,
Yummy bakes, hot from the oven,
Diving right into our wide open mouths, entering by the dozen,
Bigger bite up for grabs, siblings ready to lay the snare,
The last bit of crumbs from the tray, we wouldn’t want to share.
I’m sure you had magic flowing in your hands,
For it looked as simple as waving a magic wand,
Mom, I guess, our crunchy bites were music to your ears,
I’m sure, for once, looking at us fighting for our share, you would smile ear to ear,
For no money can buy the pleasure and satisfaction derived thus,
Today, I confer upon you, the title of “COOKING GENIUS”.
Dedicated to my lovely mom ❤