My mother may not
Have prided herself
On being a great cook,
But she had a recipe
For fudge chocolate
That was simply irresistible.
She would set up
A factory production line
Each Christmas making
Box after box
Of some of the richest,
Most mouth watering
Dark chocolate fudge
Any of us had ever tasted,
And she would ship them off
To relatives near and far.
My siblings and I
Gorged on her fudge.
The most prestigious prize of all
Was her mixing spoon
Which we battled over
For licking privileges.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
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