I now ask beautiful little server of food,

Who is under appreciated by our brood,

Often I am the “guiltmaster” to beyond,

I’m sorry, my angel, of whom I’m fond,

Many times gratefulness doesn’t show,

At this moment I wish thank you’s to flow,

Hoover Dam filled with gratitude galore,

Filled to maximum and shore to shore,

Would be but a drop of your deserving,

But it’s lunch and I must ask for serving,

Peppered turkey with cheese is so tasty,

You must leave so you have to be hasty,

Along with the food bring a touch of love,

You are my desert from heaven above,

I love you, I hope my gratitude will show,

Rupture the dam so all gratitude will flow,

Forever I’m indebted to she that raised me up,

I am blessed to share love from your little cup.

The end, I love you baby.  By Pat for Patti