Mincemeat Tarts
Me mother used to make a mince-meat tart,
Old country way, with loads of shredded meat!
Can’t say, I liked it, till the second bite!
And then, the taste caught you… there was an art
To making tarts that waited to surprise
They took three days of silent preparation,
And all three days, full joy, anticipation,
For when she baked, good cheer was in her eyes!
It was the only time she didn’t grump,
It was a dance! She closed drawers with a bump,
She got happy, when she was making pies!
Put Norman Luboff on to cheer our hearts…
I'd say, the gift was mom, not just the tarts!
7/18/2019
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