The plate was set before me,
As the aroma of cooking steak
Filled my nostrils and watered
My waiting mouth for such a delight.
Those Sunday afternoon meals
When I was a kid, were a gourmets delight.
Mom just had the gift for a delightful repast,
That it seems, no one else could match.
Michael D.
Ron
Loving memories.
You know mother cooked steak
every Sunday. Dad was a butcher
so tasty steaks and other tasty
items were on the menu. hugs
Lady Mary Ann
sweet memories
Those memories give us so much sustenance over the years....
Delightfully written...
Diana...
Love ya!
Jane