At Our House
Mama's in the kitchen
Frying chicken, golden brown
Smothering cabbage
Just rushing around...
Cutting out home-made biscuits
With a jelly jar
Telling us kids
Not to go too far.
Oven's breathing fire
for candied sweets
Oozing in cinnamon and
Butter,
And until I eat,
Not another word
Will I utter!
Cynthia
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