I am sorry that your mother is sick with gangrene; when my brother was diagnosed with ALS, I learned to help him live while everyone who loved him knew he was dying. The recipe for how to live while dying takes great love. Time has brought gratitude for the many memories. Thank you for sharing.
Simply and eloquently expressed. Thank you. My mother liked to cook and though she tried to teach me, I didn't want to go there until much later, when I understood the importance of good nutrition and appetizing meals. I still make her recipes and have some of her cookbooks and they mean the world to me. Wonderful poem. Thanks again!