Is a strange feeling
A feeling of sadness with a pinch of despair
Followed by a smidgen of emptiness
Adding a toss of loneliness
Baked to the degree with the question: Why doesn’t he love me?
Cooled by the conviction of not being good enough
Plated on self-doubt
Iced with your minds misconception of being his spouse
Finished with sprinkles of the question: Did he ever love me at all once?
Now take a slice to swallow down, to release, let go and allow
These feelings you once had are no longer of value
Mr. Right is on his way
To fill you with love and care
Followed by ½ cup of support to add some flare
Placing a dash of understanding for gentleness
Rolled and kneaded with hands of security and protection
Now fry one side until golden brown with seduction
Flip to finish with loves sanction
See grandma’s recipe is always so precious
Following all the steps to complete perfection
She’d always tell me to follow this rule:
One man’s mistake in the kitchen, is another man’s golden recipe for eternity
So be patient my dear
The best recipes are always found on the ground, picked up, brushed off, straightened out, and followed with care
Copyright©2010 Mimi Lateefah Palmer
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