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NaPoWriMo Day 3 — ‘The Old Cook Stove’

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The wood-burning cook stove that Granny once used
Is cold now, and covered with dust.
But, oh, what sweet mem’ries my heart still enjoys:
She cooked all our favorites for us.

Her biscuits were tender and flaky and high;
Her dumplin’s cooked tender in broth,
Her pork chops fried up in her skillet of iron,
And milk gravy stirred up to a froth.

Her taters and onions fried tender and sweet,
Her chickenĀ  all crispy and brown,
Her ham with pineapple baked for Christmas treat,
And her pies with meringue by the pound.

I miss her a lot, and not just for her meals.
It’s her wisdom and love I miss most.
Her twinkling blue eyes and her bright sunny smile,
And her hugs. Without them I am lost.

But it helps this old heart to stand here by her stove
And remember those meals she prepared,
‘Cause each tasty treat was much more just food.
It was through them her heart she did share.