My mother says that
If I swallow before I chew, 
I'll miss the savour of each bite
In this big pot of stew
Which she's simmered all night
With careful consideration
Of my particular needs and likes,
Each spoonful in proportion
To both sweet and sour types
Of taste buds that work together
So that when I close my eyes
There is nothing better
To my tongue's surprise
Than this bite, right here, right now,
A recipe created just for me
If only I could learn how
To close my eyes and see
There's no race for who can
Finish her plate first
And no secret plan
That quenches the thirst
To find what's at the bottom 
Of this big pot of stew -
She's taken the treasures and brought 'em
To the tip of my tongue as if she knew
That the best parts are out of sight
Only to those who swallow
Before they chew each bite.

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