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May 2014
Mama, can I have one more bowl of chili?
I'd like to have some before you go.
Only you can make it the way I like it,
So can I please have some more?

Mama, is there any left?
I called but you're not there.
Did you leave the recipe?
Did you know? Did you care?

Mama, you're not answering.
I finished the final bowl,
Can you make some one last time?
Can you please pick up the phone?

Mama, please, please pick up the phone.
Your chili's hot and alive,
And Iā€™m so cold and alone.
My mom passed away recently... Her chili was my favorite food. And it's never coming back and neither is she. Dust in the wind...
Written by
Elijah Corbeau  New Rochelle, NY
(New Rochelle, NY)   
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