Jam at the Farmer's Market - made by the mother of a high school friend.
by Suman Mahmood
Could someone put some food on my plate?
Make me something; it doesn’t have to be great
Something form mothers hands
It doesn’t have to be anything grand
With a pinch of giving
And a dash of caring
Add some spices for flavor
It’ll be something I savor
Set up the table for dinner
Whatever you cooked, I bet it’s a winner
All that’s left to do is eat
So we all get together, and take a seat
This meals full of family
Because there are somethings’ others don’t see
It’s that every meal is meant to be shared
Because when mom made it, she cared
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