Made with a Mother’s Love

Kare-Kare, Caldereta, Callos—
Dishes my mother has mastered, cooked with love.

Steaming pots of comfort, rich and bold,
Flavors that wrap my heart in warmth from days of old.

I savor every bite, with joy so deep and true,
Tasting her care in every tender stew.

Her hands, weathered yet gentle, stir the magic within,
Turning simple ingredients into feasts that always win.

From dawn’s early light to the evening’s soft glow,
She pours her soul into each dish, making memories grow.

And if there’s more to spare at the end of the meal,
I’ll pack them up warmly, for my classes to share the appeal—

Watch their eyes light up, hear their delighted cheers,
As Mom’s loving legacy bridges smiles and tears.