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**
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Culverhouse Avatar
December 16, 2010 at 6:49 AM
Enjoyed reading today....mom knows how to make things right!
Sweetheart Avatar
December 4, 2010 at 1:24 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..
Dietrich Avatar
December 4, 2010 at 1:12 PM
you must really like apples, Charles. LIke apples in my mouth, a really cute line. Great mother to have. LUv, Andrea
Babcock Avatar
December 4, 2010 at 8:04 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
Devonshire Avatar
December 4, 2010 at 6:36 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"
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December 4, 2010 at 5:43 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.
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