In response to “The Daily Post”:
Etched in my mind forever
The hearth to which they belong
The kitchen I can forget never
The spices ground by hand
The freshly picked herbs fragrant
Could flavor any food bland
Could bring back home a vagrant..
The kitchen ruled by my mother
Where magic she used to create
Food that could douse my hunger
My soul it could satiate
Here I am, far, far away
From my land, my home, my mother
Memories of that food I have every day
Food for the soul like no other.