Treasure Island

Patricia Kelley

(March 11 1957 / Oklahoma)

Sweet Momma


Just thinking about sweet momma,
Can return; my heart back to home again.
Thinking about how good she could make canned biscuits.
Making her milk gravy; pouring them over hot biscuits.
Just thinking about sweet momma,
Can return; my heart back to home again.
Thinking about hot pies; how good she could make boxed fillings.
Making her hot pudding; pouring them into homemade piecrust.
Just thinking about sweet momma,
Can return; my heart back to home again.
Remembering how she could heal a brokenhearted girl, with a kiss.
And tell her everything was going to get better.
I miss my sweet momma, she's now in Heaven.
There isn't a day that goes by that I still can't smell those pies, seeing her loving green Irish eyes'.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 06, 2013
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