Never a fallen angel, far too loved and loving to be called a prodigal son,
but away from his mother, whose loving embrace was his solace
in his troubled days of adolescence, now far removed from his one time heaven,
he craved for something, a woman bestowed it on him lovingly without him demanding,
made him a man different from all others,  only she knew the recipes
that he would relish, after his mother, though both the tastes were different.