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I Love My Moms Cooking

I'm sure we all remember those times
growing up, sneaking into the kitchen
as mom is standing over her pots
filled with that thick luscious stew
that she and dad are lovingly creating
for all us kids and family

I remember those carefree days
of less stress and more family
times that today are long gone
as everything is store bought
from catering halls and your local store
put in your order tell them what you want
and viola, an instant family spread
who takes the time and actually cooks
in the kitchen anymore

well mom cooked in the kitchen
with dad at her side
they worked in unspoken unison
as one could just read
the other person's mind
and the creations set out before us
just stuck in everyone's mind
from the tastes and the smells
to the mere anticipation of being there
with each other in this time and place

I remember those times
when she would make my favorite
split pea soup, thick and rich with a hint of dill
I knew it be a special time
that she would create that for me
must have been my birthday
or maybe I did good in school
cause that just wasn't my strong suit back then

but regardless why, she did it for me
if one could equate food with love
then I knew I was loved a lot
but it's that and just so much more

I remember all those times
like they were yesterday
maybe wish I had her recipes
printed somewhere so someone could
prepare them for me

there is just so many things associated here
not just the taste or the smell
it's about how I felt sitting with that plate
in front of me, all of my favorites
and just stuff that I liked that she made
how I felt during and the after glow of
that hearty fulfilling meal

it's just all of it, everything
and I'm trying to remember those times
before they grow thinner in my memory
and disappear forever
like trying to hold water in your hand
how you can for a split second
before its all gone, before it just is all gone

 
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