Love Lasagna

She plunks down a plate of egg rolls Man, oh man, do these greasy pieces of heaven take tolls On my heart, dear Mama Shows me love with food piled on tables that never end Iced tea, Pho, spaghetti, rice and pork chops Sternly setting bowls down in front of you and encouragin’ To take pieces of buttery garlic bread and mop it up Love, bestowed upon us in showers of peppered chicken Spending hours in the kitchen To prove some affection In saucers of soy sauce and dumplings that went on for miles She’d put adoration in soup, spicy reflections Of passionate motherly love Mama, she never smiled Unless someone complimented her style, the swagger Of her intimate cooking skills, the way she swung her dagger Of specialties, killing hunger, cravings All her meals ending with ravings Of the best kind Scraped knees and broken hearts are cured with warm chocolate cake, suede Smooth, mending them better then when they were made Mama shows fondness through ice cream and steak Warm dinner plates Her “I Love You” was a big portion of lasagna Nobody says “I Love You” better then my Mama