Nothing brings us comfort
Like a meal that tastes like home
A memory that follows us
No matter where we roam
It might be mother’s chicken soup
That feeds us when we’re ill
Or apple pie with cinnamon
That cools on window sill
The sustenance that it provides
Is what makes us feel whole
Yet though it quenches appetite
It nourishes our soul
And food traditions we pass down
Are more than recipes
It’s what identifies and binds
And unites all families
Delight in all the treats you love
Not just hunger will it stave
For food that comforts is the thing
Our hearts will always crave!
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