My Mother
I truly Miss my Mother she died very young at 97
I would go to my mothers house
Looking for food and open her frig.
What would I see 10 butter containers
None with labels full of leftovers
How does she know what’s in those containers
A system she said the right were vegetables
The left was meat and the middle
Was all the goodies she loved to eat
I asked which one was butter and she said:
Only a fool puts butter in the frig.
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2019
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