Sunday Smiles
Caruso blaring on the radio Heavenly smells throughout the house Old men smoking cigars outside Babies crying for their mothers Aunt Rose playing the piano out of key My Uncles drinking whiskey and talking loudly My Grandmother smiling and humming an old song My cousins outside at the swing Television always on full volume Sunday afternoon`s at Gana`s I remember how much it meant to her All the family under one roof Now I understand why she always smiled On Sunday
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