The Recipe

Ok, so I posted a status update about a poem that I wanted to write, and many topics were suggested.. So here it is.. Enjoy..
Thanks FB Fam....LOL..



If my memory serves me correctly.
It was a full moon when we met.
Gazing at the stars...watching the sunset..
We took long walks on the lake, watching other couples stare.. They have no idea. How long it took fo us to get there.
I've felt love before, but not like this.. I've allowed myself to let go, and ended up in a relationships
with a twists.

But you..

You allowed me to show my natural side. Nappy hair, specs, blue jeans, with slides.
You loved me for me, and I can truly appreciate that.. I can't believe you love me, without the weave and tracks.

I embraced me for such a long time.. Staring at the lady in the mirror that I did not want to see..My God I can't believe that you truly love me. I waited for you, single for many years, on the side line. While I watched others, get picked, while I waited in line. I found that what I prayed for, God delivered to me.. All that was required was patient, and I was so blind I couldn't see.

Your love is equivalent to cornbread, with that sweet churn butter.. Ahhhh...
It cooked, but it took some time.

Do you remember when I invited you over for dinner?
I made you that pot of greens. I worked so hard to make it just like grandma taught me.. So I spent many hours just trying to clean..
Them for you, because you deserved nothing but the best.. Baked chicken with a little Ceyene pepper, some honey. Is what I served, under my nest.

If my memory serves me correctly.
It was a full moon when I met you....
I think we talked that first time, until the sky was no longer blue.
At times I smile.. When I am away from you. Just remembering the things that you used to do.
You would listen to me chatter, about all sorts of things. I fully had your attention, that was just one of the ways you loved me..

Hey do you remember when I was broke that time? I made a crock pot of pinto beans.

I had a secret ingredient.. That you couldn't put your finger on..
It was my special tomato paste, love, and chili powder, that made you come back for more.

In being who I am, I loved to cook for you, it was one of the ways, that I expressed my love for you.
I am so glad that, when the moon is full I can always think of you.

So when I think of you, I think about Gumbo.. All that stuff put into one pot.. Results in a spoonful of goodness.

That's my recipe of love..