A Recipe For Life: Mom's Bitter-Sweet Affection

In the kitchen's sacred dance we'd play,

Where Mom's love and wisdom held sway,

Bitter bites, a test of will,

In every meal, her love would distill.

On tiny tongues, bitter tales we'd taste,

A journey begun in earnest haste,

Yet Mom, with knowing eyes, would smile,

Bitterness our hearts would reconcile.

Through years of meals, we'd slowly find,

Bitterness was the tie that binds,

A bitter lesson, strong and deep,

In every bite, our secrets to keep.

Mom's love, like a simmering stew,

In bitterness, it only grew,

For every morsel, she'd gently say,

"Life's flavors blend in a unique way."

As time rolled on, we'd come to see,

Bitterness held a mystery,

A mirror of life, its ebb and flow,

In every meal, her wisdom would show.

So now we savor, with gratitude,

Each bitter taste, a cherished interlude,

For in those moments, lessons unfurl,

Mom's love and wisdom, a precious pearl.

In the kitchen's sacred space we roam,

Where love and bitterness found a home,

Mom's legacy, in flavors imbued,

A testament to a love renewed.