Love Recipe

Tue, 11/22/2016 - 10:16 -- mertle

A pinch of this and a pinch of that

is how my mother cooked.

The homemade cooking smells wafted

through the air.

Lunch was served with love.

This poem is about: 
My family

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mertle

8 years ago

As one of eight children, I always enjoyed my mom's cooking. This poem is in memory of her.

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