Poetry – At Cathy’s House

I’m not the best poet but decided to enter this in a poetry contest.

At Cathy’s House

Apara Mahal Sylvester

Cathy is my Godmother, as sweet as can be.

On holidays she cooked decadents for all to see.

Ham with a touch of sugar, a mouthful delight.

Lush steaming green beans pleasing to sight.

Turkey, eggs and mashed potatoes too.

At the end of the meal the smell of coffee, fresh brew.

Lest I not forget the cookies and cakes.

As many as I wanted, mine for the takes.

There is not just one food which I can choose.

Every dish was my favorite, none would lose.

More than anything, I loved the taste of memories made.

In those long, long ago childhood days.

1 Comment

  1. closing lines are great (all is v good)

    More than anything, I loved the taste of memories made.

    In those long, long ago childhood days. _________________ *Good Day* *Arjit Mahal*

    On Sun, Apr 11, 2021 at 1:44 PM Apara Mahal Sylvester wrote:

    > mahalapara posted: ” I’m not the best poet but decided to enter this in a > poetry contest. At Cathy’s House Apara Mahal Sylvester Cathy is my > Godmother, as sweet as can be. On holidays she cooked decadents for all to > see. Ham with a touch of sugar, a mouthful d” >

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