Roy Jerden Poet Rhyme

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Scratch

My daddy was a roughneck and he worked the oil patch.
He ate his eggs and biscuits that my mommy made from scratch.
Pies and cakes and everything from scratch was always made.
That was the best, the ladies said - the rule they all obeyed.

So I watched her while she made it, and fixed us up a batch.
I saw flour and eggs and butter, but I never saw that scratch.
I saw everything she added, and I watched real close, I swear.
That scratch must be invisible; I couldn't spot it anywhere.

I guess there is some magic in the scratch, I must admit.
Especially at grandma's, who makes everything from it.
So if I should ever marry, for me a perfect match
is a girl just like my mommy, who makes our food from scratch.

April 10, 2015
Roy Jerden

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Darlene De Beaulieu September 29, 2021 at 3:30 PM Hello Buck Samuels, making food from scretch means homemade. Enjoye the poem. Enjoy your evening my friend.

Skat A August 17, 2015 at 2:38 PM Roy, :-) Congratulations with your wonderful win! *SKAT*

Mark Peterson August 16, 2015 at 9:38 AM A very clever, entertaining little rhyme you've put together. Congratulations! Roy, please check out and comment on my two recent poems.

Richard Lamoureux August 15, 2015 at 7:54 PM Ha ha, this is a whole lot of fun! Congrats!

Jan Allison August 15, 2015 at 1:19 PM Lovely to read this again Roy many congrats:-) hugs jan xx

Kelly Deschler August 15, 2015 at 1:14 PM Congrats on 2nd place!... I really enjoyed this creative and heartwarming write. My Grandma made everything from scratch, too... A wonderful poem, Roy!

Robert Lindley April 15, 2015 at 10:16 AM Our mom had no choice but to make from scratch as we could not afford to buy store-made pies cakes, biscuits etc. Great poem and it brought great memories and smile my friend. A poet could not ask for more! A7..

Sara Kendrick April 14, 2015 at 2:41 PM Cute one ...I got a chuckle..My mother got up every morning and made biscuits from scratch after working 'til midnight in a cotton mill..Sometimes the ingredients were scratched up for they were low..Thanks for the honor of placing in your contest.Sara

Elai Cee April 13, 2015 at 6:34 AM wohoo! amazing !! it's good to be back again after one year glad to check my new poem PYRAMID :)

Constance La France April 12, 2015 at 10:04 PM Roy, I love everything about this poem, the picture, the words, the emotion it evokes in me, wonderful 7 and I want to thank you so much for my fine placement in your Makeover contest, I am very honoured

Reason A. Poteet April 12, 2015 at 8:04 PM Well-done, Roy, an enjoyable piece rolling with memories. Scratch is kept in that secret place called the heart. thanks for sharing

Nette Onclaud April 12, 2015 at 12:23 PM mothers are creative and so is this charming piece, roy.. love the pacing and imagery.. huggs

Brenda Meier-Hans April 10, 2015 at 10:51 PM Wonderful imagination Roy. I had to read this poem to my mom who always made everything from scratch. We enjoyed reading this immensely.

Lindsay Laurie April 10, 2015 at 7:29 PM G'day Roy... this poem of yours is great. Had a mate who wrote a poem about shampoo and he tried to work out what a sham was. Thanks for posting Roy - Lindsay Roy Jerden April 10, 2015 at 7:56 PM Good one.

Tammy Reams April 10, 2015 at 7:04 PM I love this write Roy! It reminds me of back home. They never tell you the recipe either.

Jerry T Curtis April 10, 2015 at 6:42 PM I enjoyed this Roy and I hate to burst your bubble---but it's the chicken that makes eggs from scratch, literally . LOL

Jan Allison April 10, 2015 at 4:53 PM lovely nostalgic write Roy - was only talking with mum about baking today - at least you know what goes in it when you make it yourself:-) Hugs Jan xx Roy Jerden April 10, 2015 at 4:57 PM Thanks, Jan. Wow! That was fast. I just posted it! Cheers, Roy