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.



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



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.

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.

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

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.

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