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Recipe
Box ...for Mom
My
Mom had this indescribable, humble, gracious way of
giving of herself. Most often her compassionate
ways went unrecognized accept in retrospect when she
wasn't around. I had tried to capture that many
times in song.
It's
amazing how just seeing her handwriting brings back
memories to all the senses... I wrote this song
on a puddle-jumper plane between Washington D.C. and
Richmond.
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Recipe
Box
I
was searching through some photographs
hoping
for a picture and a thousand words
But
I couldn't find the love and laughs
and
all the kindness so her justice could be served
And
for years I've held onto the same old letter
once
packaged with her cookies
still
smeared on the page
But
this morning in the attic
I
uncovered her treasure
Her
box of recipes she had written throughout her days
Mom
left me her box of love
with
the sweetest recipes
She
left the key that unlocks the love
long
after she had to leave
As
I read each card I can remember
sittin'
in the kitchen watching her prepare
The
smells of spices, the grind of the blender
As
I read her writing again, you know it sends me there
(Chorus)
I've
tried to recreate what she's made in the past
but
I figured it was her secret
and
she'd keep it somehow
Now
she reveals the missing ingredient at last
She
wrote just for me to see it
and
I know her secret now...
For
on my favorite recipes she had penned
my
name with a heart above
And
listed with the ingredients
was
a cupful of Mother's love
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