At Cathy’s House – Poem

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.

2 Comments

  1. What a loving, heart felt poem that brings back childhood memories of being at an elderly loved ones house. With great food, what else could you want? I love this poem!

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