Sauce of Life
Written about my Mother, Jean Reid. Born January 25 with God on December 27, 2013 Thank you God for her and I love you... Mommy
I don't remember her best for pies,
Like her sister, but for the sauce, you don't cook,
A sauce of life that sparked childish eyes,
Let me give you a look.
The pictures that we spoke,
And the many childhood jokes,
She listened to them all,
Because she knew the recipe for our youthful dreams that call.
No, Not for pies,
But for a sauce that sparked childish eyes.
Her own were close at hand,
In the painted colors she carried us into enchanted land.
And as we viewed the wonder of the land,
We drew pictures in the sand.
No, Not for pies,
But for a sauce that sparked childish eyes.
She saw a bluebird singing in the tree,
So she made lyrics to add to our childish eye glee.
And fed the squirrels with poetic verse,
While we dance in the kitchen just to rehearse.
No, Not for pies,
But for a sauce that sparked childish eyes.
She goes shopping for the colors that would brings you cheer,
When you lay sick in bed my dear,
Then reads you story all that day,
Since you couldn't go out and play.
No, Not for pies,
But for a sauce that sparked childish eyes.
And with that sauce of life flowing,
She will add it to a new enchanted land all a glowing,
For all the children that never knew,
They will see the colors of her painted view.
Can't you hear the little angels sigh,
Just as she adds her sauce for life to spark the littlest angles childish eyes.