Momma's Treasure Trove
When Momma went to heaven
On wings of purest gold
She left a treasure trove of memories
For me to have and hold
And I joyously recall
Her hair the color of virgin snow
Her radiant smile, her gentle grace
The scent of "Olay" on her lovely face
The warm embrace that always made
My deepest sorrows disappear
The love that swelled within her heart
For those she held so dear
The aromas of her kitchen
That wafted through the 7th floor
And always had the neighbors
Salivating at her door
And all who knocked were blessed
With an overflowing serving
Her pots and pans were bottomless
And her kindness was unending
Copyright ©2005 Maria M. Flores
Maria's poetry can also be seen at:
www.poetry.com search Maria M. Flores
or her blog at www.mmflores.com
Saturday, July 23, 2005
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