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Steam rises from the soup kettle,
adding a ruddy glow to her cheeks
as she accompanies me ’round the kitchen.

She’s been gone nigh 30 years, yet
it seems just yesterday she taught me
her secret recipes, her gift of laughter,
and her special way of loving.

I’m sure she earned her angel wings,
and I’m glad she takes time to join me
in my kitchen as I often joined her.