I just say it can be wrong
as I am grown up now,
the seeds and the fruits grow,
the ripen ones have the colorful
and shining aura, wow making
all the eaters happier
than ever before
for the foods are
the joy of all mother
reaching from the kitchen
to the table,
it is the way,
as I say
I am mum’s child.

I start to eat slowly
I enjoy your cooked meals
please do not panic and worry,
she caresses explaining what I always forget
not to think, imagine and enjoy actions in mind,
the foods appears different outside, but, I laugh
when she says the nature does not keep it the same inside.