KITCHEN DIARIES

A silent truth, in kitchen's warm embrace,

The one who cooks, with love in every space.

Mother, then me, and now my father too,

A giving heart, in every dish, shines through.

The best for others, laid upon the plate,

A gentle hand, seals humble, loving fate.

Nurturing souls, through flavors deep and kind,

A legacy of care, forever intertwined.

A tender truth, whispered through the steam,

The cook's own heart, a selfless, giving dream.

My mother once, with gentle, knowing hand,

Gave us the choicest, across the dining land.

Now I, too, feel that quiet, sweet desire,

To share the best, fueled by love's soft fire.

And even Dad, his spirit newly cast,

Feeds us abundance, saving scraps for last.

Smallest share, a quiet, tender sign,

For in this act, true sacrifice we find.

A silent pact, generations understand,

Love's truest portion, in a nurturing hand.