Stomach flu....and the disappearance of KFC.

Ever since I was a little girl
If I didn't feel well Mom would fix
Mashed potatoes and gravy.

Homemade, with lots of love
Until realizing how easy it was
To just visit the Colonel.

"I need a large potatoes and gravy, please."
She'd say through the speaker
Money paid, change returned, comfort on the way.

Colds and flu, aches and pains, wisdom teeth
From small girl to almost grown
That steaming red and white container held medicine.

Now thirty-eight years old, I have the flu.
First thoughts are of Mom and long ago
She'd come if I'd call.

But KFC is gone- no explanation except a sign
That states but one solitary word
"Closed"... only a memory remains.