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Very sweet.

I feel like that when I eat soup or noodles. m. This was a great haiku, I loved it. you have to read and review mine, for most people it's optional to read, but your so special, you get to read it also! once again great haiku.

-Derek

it makes me smile to smell my mama's food too. good work!

Yum! Mom's cooking! It makes me hungry just reading your poem ;)

This poem has kind of a warm comforting feel to it, too.

Its really is the simple things that keep people going, I love food and that was great, on another note I have'nt experienced SARs forst hand,my uncle lives there and has, it must be horrible. Keep it up!

aw, very sweet, its true how comforting some of the most simple things in life are, beautiful job

smile! I like, simple. Umm, could you put one or two of your haikus in chinese to english? I would like to read them, but ::wrings hands:: I can't read chinese.

Asta

that's sweet. your mother is really nice!

cio, hoellenwauwau

yummy food...there's nothing better then your parents cooking...or in my case my grans! Her sunday dinners rock!

Thank you for the sweet reviews, when I was starting out writing haikus and you reviewed me it gave me a huge confidence boost.

Lots of love and hope for the best with the SARS problems... :)

x Nicolette x

This is truly a masterpiece, timeless! Your skill at taking an ordinary sentence, and manifesting it into something truly brilliant, is utterrly amazing. And beauty, in its most simplistic forms, is you. For you have creative genius. God really smiles upon you! im sure.

How lucky, I only get to taste my mum's cooking once a year!

i could definitely relate!

wow! princess mulan does it again! :P so yeah, for a second there i could've sworn that i was sitting in a cozy little kitchen smelling dinner-like scents. what's weird is that i have this really vivid picture, but when i try to go back to the poem and pick out the tidbits that created the picture - they aren't there. so, tell me, how do you create a real PICTURE with just an aura? a magnificent mystery to be pondered . . . awesome haiku!