A culinary queen, my mother reigns supreme,
Her kitchen kingdom, where love and flavors beam.
No chef can compare, no recipe can surpass,
The tender touch she adds, the love she puts in every dish at last.
Her spices dance with flair, her pots and pans sing,
As she weaves a culinary magic that makes our hearts take wing.
Each bite a symphony, a harmony of delight,
A testament to her skill, a labor of love so bright.
I watch and learn, a humble student in her domain,
Longing to emulate, her culinary mastery and fame.
To chop and sauté, to simmer and to roast,
To conjure up the magic, that only she can boast.
But it’s not just technique, that makes her dishes shine,
It’s the love she adds, the care, the devotion that’s divine.
The way she stirs and tastes, the way she presents with flair,
The way she makes each meal, a celebration beyond compare.
I aspire to be like her, to cook with heart and soul,
To fill my home with flavors, that make my loved ones whole.
To keep my family together, with meals that bring us cheer,
To pass on her legacy, and wipe away each tear.
So I’ll keep on cooking, and learning every day,
To be as good as my mother, in my own humble way.
I’ll add a dash of love, a pinch of care,
And hope that my dishes, will be worthy of her lair.
For food made with love, is food that truly feeds,
It nourishes the body, and satisfies our needs.
And though I may not be, as skilled as my mother dear,
I’ll keep on cooking, and striving, to bring joy and cheer.
