No one can cook like "Mother,"
Matters not how hard they try...
Whether it's spaghetti
Or pies which have been fried.
Each Mom has a "specialty"
(Ne'er measured or writ down)
That we try to duplicate,
But fail with scowl and frown!
We remember her demeanor;
How she hummed familiar tunes...
And made it all look "easy"
From July 'round to June!
And we KNOW the "secret"
(We learned first-hand by sight)
That thing that's hard to copy;
How she "held her mouth just right!"
~penned by lynn foust
