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Salt of sorrow

Now every time I eat, I think of my mother's love, And the sorrow that she carried, Sent down from above.

By Safeera SatharPublished about a year ago β€’ 1 min read
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Salt of sorrow
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Not only in the kitchen jar, But also in my mother's care, There was a salt of sorrow, A flavor I couldn't bear.

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Every bite was tainted, With tears that she had cried, Her heartache and her anguish, In every morsel I tried.

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I couldn't escape the sadness, No matter how I tried, For it was in every dish she made, Her pain she couldn't hide.ο»Ώ

I wished that I could help her, To ease her burden and her pain, But all I could do was taste her tears, And share in her endless strain.ο»Ώ

Now every time I eat, I think of my mother's love, And the sorrow that she carried, Sent down from above.ο»Ώ

I hope one day she'll find, The happiness she deserves, And the salt of sorrow will be gone, From the food she lovingly serves.

πŸ’”πŸ’”πŸ’”πŸ’”πŸ’”

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About the Creator

Safeera Sathar

With pen in hand and heart on sleeve,

I weave my thoughts,

My words may not be grand or bold,ο»Ώ

Hoping my words will make some gain.

So if you find me on this page,

Know that I write to engage.

To touch your heart, to stir your soul,

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