My Mother

Old mother's pot of soup is Like a goldmine that promotes And brightens my face... Even it is not palatable to others, To me it is like apple in my mouth, Making my countenance rich and sure... ** FOR COMFORT AKPAN**

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Doris Culverhouse

Date: 12/16/2010 6:49:00 AM

Enjoyed reading today....mom knows how to make things right!

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 12/4/2010 1:24:00 PM

Nice compliment to your Mother and her cuisine Charles... compliments go a long way especially as u have written it so well.. enjoyed my friend...with luv..

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/4/2010 1:12:00 PM

you must really like apples, Charles. LIke apples in my mouth, a really cute line. Great mother to have. LUv, Andrea

Phyllis Babcock

Date: 12/4/2010 8:04:00 AM

My mom makes wonderful soup . What our mothers do for us should be treasured for they are wonderful no matter what. God Bless Phyl

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 12/4/2010 6:36:00 AM

Your "Soup mom" is so proud of you, son. My own mother was misunderstood by many because she suffered from depression until she died young, but she was so loving to me. I wish others had seen the love in her heart the way I did. What a wonderful poem for my favorites! Love, "mom"

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 12/4/2010 5:43:00 AM

Truly suave, Charles! I miss my mothers pot of soup. It was one of a kind and the best mouth watering smell when i was outside. Just the smell would make me savor the moment.. no matter what the cooking was.. enjoyed your poem,,.. always p.d.