You love cooking
As much as I love writing
Baking is your poetry
Your Whisk dance like a pen
Your tasting palate
Is where you keep the metaphor
It’s your journal
I would say
I only know the oven
As your one true friend
She never betrayed your expectation
The kitchen is your library
The ocean of imaginations
It warps time for you
As magical as writing table
Does to mine
I published my work
You sell yours
I did it all for happiness
But I don’t know about you
Is standing all day for one cake
Are the things that heal you?
Or is it because you have to?
Either way
You and all that
Is a poetic dedication after all
And that’s just one
Out of gazillion reasons
For how huge the measure
Of how much
I adore you, Ma!
(November, 10th 2022)
