Grand Opening
GRAND OPENING
MOM’S PLACE
Simple fare
simply prepared
by MOM
THE MENU
You will eat what Mom cooks
Sit where Mom tells you to sit
Eat what Mom puts in front of you.
Dessert will be served*
*(if mom thinks you deserve it)
There will be no hats, books,
cell phones, or video games
at the table
The clatter of silverware,
the antics of children
the hum of conversation
The moments shared
and Apple Pie
9/6/2016
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2016
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