Sparkling beauty of lead Oh! Wow!
How decent! Heavenly! It's so ....how?
Nights of empty slumbers all gone!
Enter a partner to face the fire
Some I want me a plate
Of Porridge red and tasty
If a herbal hot and bitter
A bow of respect then to fate
Days and months and years then now
My Pot's allure is all but sagged
Smooth fine lines so freckled
Oh! Sweet or sour I will have none!
Perhaps get a new and cook again
Yes! Relive moments of great deliciousness
But all lives to die or die to live,
New to old and old re-newed
Then Stick with my old Pot as new I will.
#Happy Mothers Day
Poem by SilverbirdJBL.