I ran across this poem a while back and used it in one of
That's My Home's Newsletters. I couldn't believe the responses I received from
some of you. I think it is special and I'd love to know who wrote it.
I ran across a book one day
At a flea market seller's stall
I said, "What do you want for this?"
He sighed, "Fifty cents is all."
It looked quite old and dirty
But some recipes looked good
I put it on my nightstand
I would read it when I could
That night I wiped the cover
And took a peek inside
I found more than some recipes
This was a sweet surprise
The well-worn pages told me
About this woman's life
Each family member's favorites
Were marked and noted twice
Her first pot roast was stringy
She noted with shaky hand
Her new husband had eaten it
But said it was so bland!
Favorite cakes were circled there,
Sometimes there was a smudge
"This is Jimmy's favorite"
Had a trace of chocolate fudge!
Through the angel cakes and fritters
I saw a pattern form
Notes were made throughout this book
So tattered, and so worn
Old coupons were still in the back
I found a pocket there
And in the very bottom
A dry rose, a lock of hair
Bits of poems and sage advice
Were scribbled through the book
She took me through her life and past
I learned more than what to cook
I think what bothered me the most
Was the inscription in the front
"I give this book to my daughter Jen,
I hope it helps you some."
I wonder why the book was there
Obviously cast aside
It represented a mother's heart
All the love she held inside
From baby food and funeral pie
My eyes were close to sleep
I smiled and thought, "Don't worry Mom"
Your treasure I will keep
Next morning I wrapped the book
In tissue, clean and white
I look forward to my visits there
Each and every night
I knew I'd found some memories
Worth more than purest gold
I think I'll try the chicken soup
That cured Aunt Mabel's cold...
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