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4- Mom

I don't know whether she made it out of grievance or love ,

 or

If she thought that there were only so many ingredients to spur.

But all these thoughts down the drain 

as 

All we had to eat was bland and plain.

Everyday we saw her work in vain,

for the food we thought was fulfilling 

into the ice plain.

She worked with adoration as food seemed to increase,

But nevertheless the taste would decrease,

Until it only became survival than seekh.

It had become a habit and routine,

which were empty for taste 

yet fulfilling the love we all need.

Yet we never spoke aloud ;

In fear that she would weep .

Tasting bland and plain was all we could see,

But the adoration  in  her eyes while filling our stomachs ;

was all we could see.