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Happy Mothers Day

Running up the stairs giggling and clomping
Laughing way too loudly, alerting Mom that we are on our way.
Sh! Sh! Sh! our ten-year-old boss says.
Don’t spill the toast! It is cold by now but slathered in jelly.
Two kinds – strawberry and marmalade
The twins could not agree even on that.
“Strawberry is Mom’s favorite! “ 
“Then why does she always use marmalade?”
Someone trips before we can get the eggs to her.
They are runny, lukewarm. The way she likes them.
Loud wailing! Jenny has tripped on the stairs.
She dropped the juice. SH! The boss hisses.
LOUD WAILING! We all stare at Mom’s door. 
Will she come out and ruin the surprise?
She does not and we are all relieved.
“HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!” We yell
as we burst into her bedroom.
“Marvelous!” she says, acting surprised.
All three of us stare at her, as she begins
eating the breakfast we made her.
The boss runs back down to get more juice.




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Date: 9/12/2019 5:02:00 PM
Great poem stands on its own... I won't say what I am thinking. Others are like you. Great poems, zero comments, I guess poets can write about love but stingy to love another poet? What insanity. Panagiota
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/13/2019 11:40:00 AM
Panagiota, I think maybe I am overwhelming to many. I do seem to be prolific. I am okay because so many here are nice and kind to me and I mean always. Thank you for stopping by, friend.