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Love in a Bowl

I missed the meals mama used to cook Her recipes were not in the cookery book Mama was just more of a kitchen queen She's the best cook we have ever seen Mama's Fufu with Chicken soup was my best The manner she cooked it was better than the rest Her meals always nourished the spirit As they filled the stomach every minute After school she served us with spaghetti Mama's garnish as elegant as bugatti She'll serve with eggs and some salad dressing It was a special kind of love, very impressing Oh my gosh! Her meals saved me countless times I cannot really explain that in poetic lines Family dinner was a time of joy and conversation A time of fellowship, laughter and celebrations She sprinkled all her meals with goodness And carefully spooned cinnamon for sweetness Making dessert, bread and cakes for birthdays Chicken sauce and pineapple drinks on holidays Never was there a meal like her morning prayers She'll spend early hours of her days in prayers Her heart was full of love, peace and joy She was our lamp, like a light in the city of Troy

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Date: 8/28/2020 9:48:00 PM
I related to this as I love and admire my mom's cooking a lot and I miss it as she's in another country now, I can never cook as well as her ah. Your poem is fantastic in rhyming and enjoyable yummy content. Kudos! plz pleez do read and comment my newest poem too.
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Date: 5/21/2020 8:23:00 AM
A perfect recipe for goodness. Also you are assured of being reunited in the next life.
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Date: 5/19/2020 4:20:00 PM
Wonderful write Gideon. I really like how you showcase your Mama and how much she meant to you. Keep up the wonderful writes. Jess
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Date: 5/11/2020 9:11:00 AM
Gideon, Very nice description of mamma, the lamp of your life. And the fruits of her labor remembered and put to page for all to adore again. And also, I wonder where she has gone to knowing such joy and kindness. -Richard
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Date: 5/11/2020 6:58:00 AM
no food like mammas food.... nice poem.
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Date: 5/4/2020 9:37:00 AM
I enjoyed reading this one again. I am thankful to still have my mom.
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Gideon Foli
Date: 5/10/2020 10:28:00 PM
Thanks Rich. My mom passed on. She was prayerful and a great cook.
Date: 5/3/2020 2:40:00 PM
Your mother must have been one amazing cook and she raised you with a prayerful soul as well. Great tribute you did for her.
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Gideon Foli
Date: 5/10/2020 10:30:00 PM
Thanks for reading my works Andrea. My mom taught me how to cook too. She loved the Lord.
Date: 5/3/2020 8:22:00 AM
Hello Gideon Foli, I do not blame you missing your mother's cooking. Did she teach you how to make one dish of food? Enjoy your day my fiend.
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Date: 5/3/2020 5:07:00 AM
What a delightful dedication to your mother, Gideon, and how many lovely memories come along with it! A woman who starts off the day with prayers certainly gave you and the rest of the family a good example. Thanks to you, today I learned a new word - fufu - an African dough. ~ Regards // paul
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Date: 4/30/2020 8:56:00 AM
This is a special dedication to your mom. A righteous woman is a blessing to many generations. It is a pleasure to read this poem. ;0)
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Gideon Foli
Date: 5/2/2020 8:04:00 PM
Thanks Richard, I appreciate your kind words my friend.