It is not the nicely carved furniture
Neither the gardens at the entrance
Nor the happy pets who welcome you
It isn’t the morning’s bright weather
That welcomes you from slumber.
Rather the haven of sweet aroma
The headquarters of appetizing edibles
The fuel station of every residence
Where Mama does her magic
Is indeed the heart of all homes.
This poem was published in the 10th Issue of PoeticAfrica magazine.
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