Coon Eyes Potato Stew
Coon Eyes Potato Stew
Will you remember this day she said
Then he spoke first words out his head
Coon Eyes Potato Stew
30 plus years, words tried and true
Coon eyes are for my big brown eyes
One into each others keeps us tied
Potato stew is what my mom cooked that night
30 plus years today, this poem I write
Words spoken from way back then
Spoken then, now, again and again
Coon Eyes, Potato Stew
Only means so much to me and my husband Blue.
Written by: Debra M. Falgout
February 10, 2013
Copyright © Debra Falgout | Year Posted 2013
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