Long Ago Fond Memories
I see it now in memory,
My mama’s dining table,
I’d like to sit at it again
If only I were able.
I get a fuzzy feeling when
I find them in recall,
Five brothers, Daddy, Sister
And Mama most of all.
We did not have to be called twice
To gather in our places.
A compliment to Mama’s food,
Were those eight eager faces.
A big bowl of potatoes and
A like sized plate of meat,
Mama’s delicious home made bread,
Some of the things to eat.
I sat in my own special chair
Right by my daddy’s side.
He filled my plate and cut my meat.
And gazed at all with pride.
We had not yet begun to scatter.
My older brothers were still there.
My entire world was in that room.
I lived with out a care.
I know the secret ingredient
Flavoring my Mama’s food
Was the love that saturated it
And made it taste so good.
I hope I’ve made you feel it
And have also made you see
Why Mama’s dining table is
My fondest memory.
3 way tie for 2nd place
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