Ambrosia From Heaven
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First Appeared in Pathways, 2004
The minute it touched my mouth,
I groaned in ecstasy.
Still warm from the oven,
delicate, sublime flavor,
ethereal tongue talk.
For the first time
I fully understood the term,
melt in your mouth.
I told her. I said, "Mattie,
it's ambrosia from heaven."
Every potluck dinner at church,
she brought it.
I never forgot her kindness,
or the wonderful taste
of Mattie Johnson's Chess pie.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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