David Walker Poet Rhyme

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The Blue Collar Kitchen

The Blue-Collar Kitchen
David J Walker

I remember the aromas of childhood
Emanating from the kitchen stove
Dad’s biscuits every morning
Mom’s fried chicken
On Sunday or the 
Hash made of leftover roast 
On Monday
I remember frosted cupcakes 
After school
And oatmeal raisin cookies 
Just out of the oven and 
Waiting to cool 
Before we could eat them
Don’t ruin your dinner
Mother said
We weren’t rich but 
We were well fed
On a blue-collar budget
In the mid-20th century

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