Sista Cornbread Poem by Deidre Dixon

Sista Cornbread



She made the bestest tastin’ cornbread this side of heaven
“I ain’t never had none better that this! ” is what they said
If you went somewhere she was and ate, and didn’t get any of that, you felt like you didn’t get fed
Now, this sista was full of laughter, she had a big heart, and a great big smile
It’s no wonder that her last name was Peoples, ‘cause a people person was her style
It didn’t matter if you were family or a friend, or just someone whose acquaintance she had just met
She would look at you with that big grin of hers, and just that quick, a big hug you would get
She didn’t always have a lot, but whatever she had, she was always willin’ to give
That’s why she could be so happy with a smile on her face, ‘cause a life of givin’ is how she lived
The love she had for her family, friends and people in general was something you could feel
She not only gave them her love and well wishes, but that cornbread she made whenever there was a meal
Yeah, Sista Cornbread knew how much people liked her golden, sweet bread of perfection
If there had been a campaign for the best cornbread maker, she most definitely would’ve won the election
Some people didn’t even know her real name, ‘cause all folks talked about was “the sista who made the good cornbread”
They never described her like most people describe a person, by sayin’ they tall, skinny, dark skinned, or maybe that their hair was red
She had a fame around these parts and other places just because her cornbread was “on the ball”
There are some folks who have stuff that they make or do, but nobody never hears about them at all
That just goes to show that people like to eat, and food is something that stays in their heart and their head
And, that is why this sista we know and love so much will forever remain in our hearts as Sista Cornbread

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