Made With Love
Name Your Poison
Daddy, may I please have more
coin sized pancakes and can I pour
That homemade maple syrup
the neighbor made, letting us help
And if you’re frying any more
could you make some potatoes and corn
Into those fritters we adore
until I can’t eat anymore
Because no one makes them like you do
it’s now become my favorite food
They’re made with love, by daddy's hands
answering his baby girls commands
And if by chance, there’s something left
I’ll dab the remnants up myself
I’ll help put the dishes on the shelf
saving memories of how happy smelled
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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