iCry:` `( ToBeWithFaronWhoseHomeIsNowInHeaven
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a potluck invite©
When i feel blue and sad
it often inspires me to write,
and to think of a time i had
her endless morsels of delite.
I remember the days
with the house full of mom's cookin,
it had such magic ways
i knew what it was without even lookin.
Well she passed this trait on down to me
cause i cook a lot like mom did in her prime,
the apple didn't fall far from the tree
many say i've gotten as good as her in my time.
But there's still something missing i fear
cause mom had that special touch,
tho when i cook i feel her near
a feeling i need so very much.
I've learned to put my own signature on what i do
cause mom would have wanted it that way,
i don't sit around and stew
cause my pot has part of mom's magic in it everyday!
Copyright©2010~S@L
it often inspires me to write,
and to think of a time i had
her endless morsels of delite.
I remember the days
with the house full of mom's cookin,
it had such magic ways
i knew what it was without even lookin.
Well she passed this trait on down to me
cause i cook a lot like mom did in her prime,
the apple didn't fall far from the tree
many say i've gotten as good as her in my time.
But there's still something missing i fear
cause mom had that special touch,
tho when i cook i feel her near
a feeling i need so very much.
I've learned to put my own signature on what i do
cause mom would have wanted it that way,
i don't sit around and stew
cause my pot has part of mom's magic in it everyday!
Copyright©2010~S@L
