Tuesday, June 3, 2014


If I turned every thing in to the pot
Every word that I thought
My favorite chefs are the ones that don't get distraught
What did she do to make it feed your soul
You had all the same ingredients in your bowl
But its what you couldn't see that made you take comfort
What she felt that took away the hurt
And as she stirred so careful of the heat
That she not burn or ruin what you eat
In her apron and top hat she glows
That's when you realize; its got to be the clothes

Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke


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