The Essence of Love

In her Spence, it is filled with herbs and

spices

The spice she sprinkle

The herbs she sauté

Pinch of salt and sugar

The magic made when she wore apron

Journey here begins from the taste of milk

Oozes from her mother's breast.

Quest goes on like now she made

Pancake for her children with flaky crust

By pouring her potion of love

Would that greatness suffice a long?

While all the fetters of responsibilities break

She kneed the dough with shivering hands

While old age meet and loneliness stalks

She bake cupcakes at midnight by keeping

this magical pace

Unknowingly ate her last supper

What is stronger than human heart

Like the savories of lime pickle

It shatters over and over and still lives

Like the recipes her mother made