And we wanted not our hands sticky
In the summer of mangoes
she placed a few ones in our mouth each
to swish down to our belly
Those pieces of pilchards fried
Kept for each one aside
Knowing how much we all liked
To her children her pride
There were some specials and
some which turned with memories
We miss your cuisines dear
But we miss you more mummy
Written for
Friday Writings #177: Comfort Food
Oh, that is so gorgeous in every way! I especially love those mangoes swishing down to your belly! I am sure you must miss her greatly. In these few lines you tell us everything about her warmth, her humour, her capability, her love.
ReplyDeleteAnd Mummy added so very much to the food comfort. I like your rhyme, it comes out natural but from experience sometimes quite a work is involved to make it that way. Thank you.
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Great description of the mangoes!
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