"MAMA's KITCHEN"

Saturday I woke to the smells

Of spinach greens, with bacon bits, onions and peppers

They roused me from my troubled dreams

Sniff...sniff...mmmmhh J

Mama's cooking….

With that special ingredient

That makes everything ok

My tummy rumbled and yearned

For some pitta bread and fried plantains

My tummy called to me and yelled

"Wake Up! Mama's cooking,

Go get yours before it's gone...

And Big Sis has taken it all!"

I wait in bed, eyes closed,

Recognising the familiar scents

Until the combination

Is right for me to rise to the table

I hear the kettle boiling

The clink of pots, pans and cutlery

Of Mama moving about downstairs

These are the familiar Saturday morning rituals

That marked my childhood

Until now as a grown woman.

Ooh, she's done it now!

That's the smell that will get me up

To claim my share

...Hot dumplings, fresh baked out the oven...Oh Yeah!

I toss and turn onto my stomach

As scents assail my nostrils

Slowly, I slide out from under the covers

A toe...an ankle...a calf...a thigh...my bum...

As I eventually fling off the bedspread

"An-gel-a... Breakfast!"

"Coming Mum!"

I'm gone to fill my face

As well as my soul

With Mama's cooking creations

And that extra special secret ingredient of hers

The one that with a taste

Can make it all better

Heal hurts like a kiss, a word...

A mother's unconditional love and understanding hugs.

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