Looking back over the years
So many things come to mind
Going home to see my folks
The delicious meal I’d always find
For mom was truly the best cook
Of anyone that I’ve known
Starting when I was a child
And long after I was grown
My memories of the cotton field
The bright cotton bolls in the sun
Enjoying the old farmstead
With years of work and fun
Mom’s large vegetable garden
Full of sweet tender crops
Was one of my favorite places
Whenever I would stop
But you know, there’s one thing
That always would catch my eye
Right beside one of coconut
Was a delicious chocolate pie!
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A yummy poem, and not a chocolate in the house. Boo Hoo! ! ! ! ! I love Chocolate puddings. I can imagine this. Lovely. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX