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with love
 





remembering the smell of clothes hanging on the line
drying in the winter breeze, stiff as a board
but fresh as a daisy when brought inside

many days, thoughts of mama and how she
loved every season, making the best of all
the weather had to bring...

She baked homemade bread, for the week
made her own noddles, and delicious chicken soup.
Her dumplings her own secret recipe..
Sunday always special, church then home at noon.

the table was always just perfect, dainty napkins
beside each plate.
the kitchen smelled heavenly, dishes mama made

as we all sat down, prayer was first as always
thanking our lord, for such a bountiful display
of homemade food, with gratitude and praise

Mama was the one that held us all together
in everything she did, showed love and
compassion for not just her family
but for mama, everyone mattered.

her devotion to neighbors and the unloved
was always noticeable by
what her tired rough hands, were all about

i sometimes think of her, wondering if shes
cooking, up beyond the heavens,
making her famous chicken soup
and those beloved dumplings..

Just want you to know mama
those dumplings no longer a secret
shared with your love, yesterdays
ascending achievement

now alive and made with love




By girlsisy

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