The wonderful aroma of Mother's cooking wafts over the years and beyond,

And brings back many memories of which I'm quite fond.

The walk to the backdoor in winter's icy blast,

Brings the smell of Sauerbraten straight from the past.

Yeast dough rising in the bowl along with the smell of cinnamon and apples baking would send a signal to every tummy,

That something was cooking that was warm and yummy.

The black iron skillet sent fried chicken smells that would melt your heart.

Milk gravy, mashed potatoes, and coconut cream pie would get anyone off to a good start.

My Mother's kitchen was a favorite place for the family to gather every day.

I will never forget how my Mother cooked with great love, come what may.

Phyllis Ann (


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