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Manna

MANNA Fresh from the movies when I was eight Strolling the snow-covered road with mum late, Talking of Heston and movies biblical And was there such a thing as a miracle? Deep kid with more than one kid-question - Was deep snow from heaven? Divine intercession? Eating chips * from an open newspaper bag, Finished mine in a hurry - I didn’t lag. Drank my vinegar from the packet’s corner As was my custom after the Brothers Warner. Waiting for her to finish, hoping as always For her to offer me an extra chip, my mouth I raise. She sees my eye and shoves her hand In her bag, pulls out a fat chip and fans Its heat for me; she reaches down to my Begging mouth, misses for fun, then second try. As it slid in a huge snowflake landed on its top Like icing on a birthday cake from a shop. Absolute delight filled both our souls - Believe me, that was the best of our strolls. Fresh from her bag, it was mother-warm Mid the snow’s white feather-storm : It was surely manna from heaven. It was soul-bread needing no leaven. Note: * Chips is British English for french fries. .................................................................................... Entered in Deborah Guzzi's contest FOREIGN EXCHANGE Country I am writing from = United Kingdom

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Date: 1/17/2011 8:05:00 PM
wow, I just LOVE this nostaglic writing. ONe of my absolute favs in this contest.Luv, Andrea
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Date: 1/15/2011 1:47:00 PM
Congratulations on the second place win in the contest, Sydney
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Date: 1/15/2011 10:23:00 AM
Congratulations Sydney to you for your win in Deborah Guzzi's contest "Foreign Exchange". Love, Carol
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Date: 1/15/2011 9:58:00 AM
Wonderful write Sedney!Congratulations on your big win in the contest of Deborah!
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Date: 1/15/2011 4:22:00 AM
congrats on this vivid joint second place win sydney! and thanks so much for your kind words on my poem...all the best, charlotte
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Date: 1/15/2011 2:36:00 AM
cheers for a well-deserved high win in the contest, sydney... heartwarming! :) nette
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Date: 1/14/2011 7:41:00 PM
Congrats Syd on your great win in Debbie's contest with this brilliant write my friend.. wonderful words of expression with depth.. enjoy with luv..
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Date: 1/14/2011 5:55:00 PM
Congrad's HUZZAH! I'm a sucker for salted Chips!!! great visceral, romantic write wonderful congrad's! Light & Love
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Date: 12/19/2010 7:34:00 AM
Loving mothers will offer their last "chip" to bring a smile to their child's face. Your poems often take us on strolls down memory lane, Syd. Such a delight to read -- you have me thinking of my precious mom. She always put our happiness first. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 12/19/2010 7:10:00 AM
Wonderful memories of mother, I have those kind of memories also, and I treasure each, your poem is wonderful and thanks for sharing this memory~~
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Date: 12/19/2010 5:22:00 AM
This is a magical memory - beautiflly expressed. I love 'mother warm' and 'soul bread' - I could murder a chip now reading this! Liz
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