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remember the way grandmom cooked? Or mom?
                                  " Down Home Cook'in"

                                Grandma's apron strings;             
                                  adrift in the breeze.
                                Her favorite old apron;
                                  hanged down to her knees.

                                She had a dimpled smile;
                                  and a sunshine grin.
                                As she stood there a while;
                                  we all filtered in.

                                The kitchen aroma sat us right down.
                                  Homemade bisquits on the stove.
                                Nothing but smiles and sizzling sounds;
                                  As into the plates we dove.

                                Mountians of mashed potatoes;
                                  with gravy running down.
                                And fried chicken caused us;
                                  to eat without a sound.

                                Collard greens and fresh okra;
                                  that seemed to melt in your mouth.
                                Corn on the cob soaking;
                                  with fresh made butter from their cow.

                                Preserves and jams;
                                  to go with cornbread.
                                Then peach cobbler came;
                                  and still nothing said.

                                "My, my grandma;
                                  How do you do it so well?"
                                  " Go ask grandpa,
                                    cause I'll never tell!"

                                  " Come back tommorow;
                                    pulled pork and potato salad."
                                  "Cole slaw, tea and surely;
                                    you'll never want to leave this house."

                                  Down home cookin'  turns that;
                                    frown back to a smile.
                                  After dinner we just sat;
                                    and talked about good times awhile.

                                        S A Gibbins  2008  March
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