Mama’s St. Louis Sauce
I peeled onions and apples
and scalded tomatoes red,
added vinegar, red pepper, cinnamon,
sugar and spice, like Mama had said.
I poured it into her big dishpan,
the one she once used to do dishes.
I stirred the mixture with a wooden spoon,
and considered my many wishes.
I wish Mama were here to taste
my St. Louis Sauce so mild,
the sauce like she made for our family
when I was only a child.
I wish Mama were here to watch me
as I cook and taste and stir,
as I strive in my daily living
to be more like her.
I wish Mama were here to go with me
to view exhibits rare.
I wish she could see the blue ribbon
I won for my St. Louis Sauce at the fair.
~ Freeda Baker Nichols
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