Beautiful In Every Way

She had the hourglass potato figure no one looks at twice Who cares? She says, wrapping an apron with daisies around it. She did not care either, we knew that. Beautiful she was in every way, this older woman with magic pans. She could cook a meal for seven hungry farm hands in twenty minutes. And there was always dessert. We called her Ma, but she was a great-grandma, truth be told. She had a bin of potatoes and we all learned to peel them. The correct way; with little slippage. Her signature dishes included twice baked potatoes, and beef and noodles. My mouth waters to this day when I think of her kitchen Decorated in roosters and hens. Hens and chicks in her window sill of a different kind. No one will ever cook like Ma. Never have, never will.