Resourceful Mama

A little whiff of cinnamon
is quite enough to make me cry,
to think I never more will taste
Mama's delicious sweet milk pie.

Made from her love and little else,
she could bake the delightful treat.
A great chef who's lacking nothing
would find her milk pie hard to beat.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Tams The Golden Girl Avatar
June 8, 2012 at 2:22 AM
Congratulations on your well deserved win xx
Dietrich Avatar
June 6, 2012 at 8:55 PM
I don't think I have had this kind of pie before. WAs it made with sweet milk or evaporated plus sugar. Sounds so nice, Joyce. Congrats on your win.
A   Avatar
June 6, 2012 at 7:20 PM
JOYCE, Congratulations with your wonderful win, In SARA KENDRICK'S "PLEASANT CHILDHOOD MEMORY" contest. take care;-) ~ Always PD
Brown Avatar
June 6, 2012 at 5:16 AM
Congratulations on your win in Sara's "A Pleasant Childhood Memory" contest Joyce. Love, Carol
Williams Avatar
June 6, 2012 at 2:00 AM
Joyce congrats on your win..David
Salama  Avatar
June 5, 2012 at 6:27 PM
Hey Joyce, This is a gem - as is your memory! Congratulations on your win ...Samia
Kendrick Avatar
June 5, 2012 at 5:33 PM
Joyce, Reading this reminded me too of my mother..She would do something called butter roll..She would make up a little extra biscuit dough and roll it thin then put in some butter and sugar..Then she would roll it up like cake rolled up, place in a pan top with butter and sugar..Then she would pour in milk and put in the oven..It would be delightful..Thanks for participating in my contest..Sara
Brown Avatar
May 21, 2012 at 12:42 PM
It was a pleasure to read your poetry this Monday afternoon Joyce. I wish you much inspiration that you may continue with your writing endeavors whatever they may be. Have a wonderful fun loving week and keep the old pen flowing. Love, Carol
Grisetti Avatar
May 20, 2012 at 6:07 PM
Milk pie sounds delicious. Thanks for sharing this poem.
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