The Author's Unspoken Words (MGS Writings)

 In the warmth of the kitchen room, where love is the spice,  Hands work with care, each movement precise. Chopping and stirring, a symphony plays,  A dance of devotion in so many ways. Thank you to those who toil and create, Who season our meals with love on each plate. Your effort is woven in every fine dish, A labor of heart, a culinary wish. As we gather around, let us pause and reflect, On the flavors and textures, the time we connect. Savor each bite, let the taste linger long, In the rhythm of sharing, we all belong. Be present in moments, let gratitude flow, For the meal before us, for the hands that bestow. With each forkful taken, let appreciation rise, For the love in the cooking, the joy in our eyes. So, here’s to the chefs, both near and afar, Your passion and skill are our guiding star. In every shared meal, let us honor the art, And cherish the flavors that nourish the heart.  

After reading a convo in our chat group, this urged me to write another piece.  When I was a child, my mother would say, “Never waste your food; it might not come your way.” Her voice, a soft echo, a lesson profound, In the heart of our home, where love could be found. “Each bite is a treasure,” she’d gently implore, “Think of those hungry, who long for much more.” Her words lingered softly, like shadows at dusk, A blend of concern and a mother’s deep trust. Now as I ponder, with a plate full of fare, I wonder if her warning was born from despair. Was it a threat wrapped in wisdom so tight, Or a reminder of struggles that danced out of sight? Though now we have plenty, her words still resound, A haunting reminder of the lessons I’ve found. In a world full of choices, I still hear her voice, Teaching me gratitude, urging me to rejoice. For every meal shared, for each morsel I take, I honor her wisdom, the path that she’d make. So I savor each bite, with a heart f...

If you don't feel like eating, think of them! This photo has so much pain. 😒 Food is life, but brain fog for an ungrateful heart.  If you don't like what's on your plate,  don’t toss it aside, don’t seal its fate.  Each morsel holds a story, a journey begun, A  gift from the earth, a battle won.   Imagine a morning when the table is bare,  what will you do when hunger calls loud, No bread, no fruit, just an empty stare.  The abundant meals and the warmth of a feast, All vanish in silence and hunger unleashed.  When a pantry is empty, and your stomach aches.   Don't dare to wish!  So, before you discard what you do not desire, think  of the hands that toiled, the hearts that inspire.  Each bite is a blessing, a chance to reflect on  those who have little, on lives we protect.  So, savor the flavors, let gratitude flow, For  the food on your table, let appreciation grow.  For one day you may wake, a...

Why We Need to Stop Wasting Our School Lunch Recently, a teacher raised a frustrating concern: students are throwing away the school-provided lunches. It’s a tough conversation, but it is one we need to have. The lunch provided by the PSS (Public School System) is a privilege. Many communities and organizations do not have the resources to offer free daily meals, and we are fortunate to have this support. Being thankful for what we receive creates a better school environment and shows appreciation for the staff who work hard to feed us every day. If you don't want to eat your meal, please do not throw it in the trash. Give it to a classmate who wants it. Consistently discarding food creates negative feedback that could jeopardize the entire lunch program. If we want this program to survive, we need to adapt. That means being willing to eat fruits and vegetables, rather than just sticking to the usual foods we prefer. This program is an opportunity to build healthier eating habi...