Plaid wool skirt and a Pandora sweater
I begged to get my ears pierced and you said “Let her”
Sitting at the kitchen table, it was comforting, you cooked
I never learned your culinary ways, I should have looked
Especially that banana pudding or the chicken a la king
There were angel food cakes, strawberry short cakes
I loved everything
In my lunch bag a love sandwich, Fritos, and a Little Debbie
The unspoken unconditional love that you fed me
Roberta, Michelle, all your little Pandora sweaters
Sweet kitchen memories. What could be better?
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