Mamaw’s Kitchen
Not just toast and eggs…no!
There were three kinds of meat
And sop, aka red-eye gravy
If one of those meats was ham
Fried potatoes, gravy and biscuits
Something sweet you say?
Honey, sorghum, jelly or jam?
The kitchen was a flurry of activity
From cooking and kids running in
To get a drink of water
From the water bucket
It froze up in the winter ya know
Hard times maybe, I guess
But those times were the best!
I don’t know how she did it
Two or three big meals a day
And everything else required
Of a farm wife
Amazing lady Mamaw was
Best years of my life!
Cherished moments in Mamaw’s kitchen
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I want to be there so bad.
This makes me hungry in so many ways. To have a place like that again. To eat that food. To be those children, playing hard
I don’t know how she did it
I think of this often! And I love the sensory nature of this poem. Well done!
Beautiful memory of Mamaw! She would be proud!
love “It froze up in the winter ya know”