MIRRORS OF LIFE
MAMA LAUGHS
"Chicken frying, pies
abaking mamas in the
kitchen. Papa trys to
sneak a bite we are
right there with him.
fresh baked bread and
apple jam and creamy,
soft cow-butter
a lilttle tea with
peppermint hot enough
to make you stutter.
tables set, plates
in place silverware all
laid out shiny glasses
filled with drink
as we gather all about.
then papa prays,
and we join in
the meals almost done
so this is life, then
mama laughs
as from dirty dishes
we all run."
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MAMA LAUGHS
MAMA LAUGHS