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