Moms
Moms cook up a storm
is just how it is.
Kids can play while
she does her biz.
Dad works in the office
fixes teeth like a whiz.
She mixes up batters.
I lick what gets splattered
on the phone she loves chatter.
I eat, run and then scatter.
Elaborate meals she often made
I hated coming in from where I played
Street ball is where I wished I stayed
but changed my mind with her marinade
which was worthy of a motorcade.
Many years and events have come and gone
Colleen’s in the kitchen and loves to cook
a favorite companion, her cooking books
and the meals she makes won’t be mistook
they are labors of love as if from mom’s guidebook.
Great Poem.
I took me back to my most favorite place in the world, my moms kitchen!
The most comforting sight and the most beautiful aromas Moms Kitchen!