Watermelon Kim Chee
Summer meant my mother's watermelon kim chee
Hot and sweet a treat to eat with rice of white
From the white flesh of the melon rind a delight
In small strips of sticks she did cut
And cured and spiced to golden orange we'd eat it up
The red flesh of melon was okay
But the watermelon kim chee made our day
I hope in God's garden watermelons grow
Because in my time when there I go
My mother will be there to welcome me
And at Heaven's table she'll made watermelon kim chee
Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2008
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