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.
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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