My mama like a southern meal
Gourmet delight that makes us squeal
To have a taste of dis and dat
Our tastes bud happy, stomachs fat.
My mama like the food she cook,
All spicy, saucy, just take a look
And sometimes hot as cayenne peppah
Just ask that Mose, the one that kept her
My mama like her strawberry cake
Spread 10 feet long on a cookie plate
Cant never seem to get enuff
Of her warm hugs and lovin’ touch.
My mama like that hog head cheese
That she whips up and then she freeze
Intwined/intwixed all in the Word
Disturb her peace, now that’s absurd!
My mama like her pot of greens
Dem turnips, mustards, what a dream
Got her beside me, don’t need a lot
Except some corn bread by the pot
My mama’s like her sun tea sweet
Brewed by the Son, our Jesus meek
Shes irreplaceable you see,
My culinary potpourri.
copyright@dbw (original submission on 12/12/2010)
For my irreplaceable, sassy, phenomenal mom, Mrs. Catherine Williams on her 83rd birthday! I love that woman!