This poem sets the stage for God's Gifts to us. |
| ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** "Memories From Mama's Kitchen" Just happening by in a happenstance way, Happened to smell hot homemade bread twelve miles away. Lined up behind me are family and friends, All hoping to sample the latest rave in breads. The lucky will steal away with a fresh whole loaf. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** 11 lines |