The Blue Collar Kitchen
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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
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2021
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