Let me tell you ’bout my favorite dish,
Oh yes, it’s just a catfish.
But my Dad cooked it in a special way,
I can still taste it to this day.
My Dad was short but very funny;
He always called my Mom, “Honey.”
He always said Mom’s smitten by his charm.
She left all – parents and brothers and farm.
I know for sure, Mom never ever cooked.
But she is so smart, she married a cook.
Everyday, Dad cooked our every meal;
He loved us so much, it was no big deal.
Dad has passed in the spring of ’99;
at the age of seventy nine.
He wanted to live for a century,
But his cancer cells went on a spree.
I miss my Dad and my favorite dish.
I miss the way he cooked that fish.
I wish I could meet him once again.
I know my wish will just a wish remain.
Until we will meet again in heaven.
Amen, amen, amen.
