'Stolen Family Recipes' Poem by Linda Winchell

I had some secret family recipes
For my use… for only my eyes to see.
It had been handed down for many generations
And now it belonged to only me!

But one day it was stolen
And used by another.
Yet it never turned out the same
Misread I fear… from cover to cover.

Two main ingredients missing
A pinch was required.
Baked at 350 degrees with my families love
Was needed for… fire.

But the thief would have never known this
That this was what… they really needed to add.
The love of one dear Mother and hers
And even one from a dear old dad.

So I’m placing an add in the local papers
For the return of all my stolen family recipes’
With a reward to be given
Mom’s home made cookies and a cup of Elderberry tea.

By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009