Oh no! I'm sorry it made you cry. It seems like we had similar childhoods. As I was writing this it's almost as though I was transported back to 1975 to the house I grew up in on 586 Elizabeth Ave in Columbus, OH. I'm actually planning a trip back home and asked my mom if she'd make the dish for me, this is what inspired the poem.

Time is passing way too quickly. It's hard being 800 miles away from her and only seeing her a few times a year (although I'm grateful I get to do that). I see so many changes between visits. We always try to "make up for lost time" and I think that makes the time go even faster. Nevertheless, we try to make the most of it with each visit.

You're welcome, Nancy! I hope you're enjoying your weekend!