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For Momma

Here is a Mother’s Day poem that I wrote for my mother: For Momma For Momma’s eyes when they made me behave In a way words never could. For Momma’s hands that could rub the hurt From my heart. For Momma’s heart, loving me Unconditionally, covering Me in a warm glow that said everything Would [...]

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The Joy of Cooking

One day at work, while I was enjoying my lunch of leftover crawfish etouffee, my co-worker walked by and said, “That smells good. Your wife must be a good cook.” “Actually,” I said, “I cooked this.” Looking at me dumbfounded, he stood silent for about a minute, and then said, “If you’re going to cook, [...]

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