my mom
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People know the
Dishes you've presented
But are they willing
To try the taste
That you've so incorporated
Into the landscape
That people are dying
To explore,
But fearful, refuse
First.
It’s you who taught me how to read,
Who taught me how to write,
Who taught me much of what I know,
And tucked me in at night.
Second.
You were my teacher and my friend,
Dearest mother of mine,
The way you look is divine.
A mother like you only comes once in a life time,
But sometimes you’re sour like a piece of lime.
Being with you is never a waste of time,
