Homemade

Fried brinjal rolled in flatbread Her magic recipe of love homemade What treasure they hold what charm unlocks When sharp at two opens up lunchbox! A sweet candy from the finest cheese Made from cow milk a salivary bliss I feel helpless and little can do My belly when growls sharp at two! I feel entranced in that magic hour When smell green peas and cauliflower She makes them fine rich butter spread The toasted breads her love homemade! She knows my bowel not makes it rich Fine cut cucumber in soft sandwich In all them I find her special brew Of love homemade to be opened at two! Though it’s never that I made her known How sweetly relish her love homegrown But when I open lunchbox at two Wonder without her what I would do!