Best Mitts Poems

T'were the night after Christmas, 'n' the house was all dark.
Not much money for 'lectric in the ol' trailer park.
Ma waitin' tables at the club...

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Mother wore an ample apron
to cover her clean dress.
She'd tell you that's what it was for
if you asked her, I would guess.

But that apron had...

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Take away my static hair,
My thick, wool toque, my glassy eyes.
Take away the chilly air,
The endless clouds, the covered skies.

Give me back my sun-streaked hair,
My...

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Oh, Bandit, what's your impish task
While sporting, sly, that little mask?

You seem quite innocent and frail
Yet the kitchen tells a different tale

Floor all messy, the...

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Mamma wore an ample apron
To cover her clean dress.
She’d  tell you that’s what it was for 
If you’d asked her, I would guess.

But that...

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L ittle voices, rising in volume and pitch
I mploring teacher, begs all available aids to help pop 
C oats, hats, muffs, mitts, sweaters, gloves, socks,...

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The buzzing wakes me,
The intercom.
It's the family.
We take off her coat,
Her little scarf and mitts.
She climbs in beside me.
Snuggling 
Cold cheeks,
Little blocks of ice
Against my...

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It is time to break out the oven mitts and apron. 
Ready to indulge in a kitchen-ous sin 
Little hands ready to stir the batter...

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Christmas Past and Present Bring Me Tears 

My legs of yesterday's 
walked into a Christmas storybook,
a glorious past,
pages filled with good tidings.
And as young kid,...

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When tons of doom filled nights fall upon your head,
embers glow fierce and fires burn unabated.
Recalling her last breath and wish you were dead
in poem's...

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My Small Brown Dog I see so quite brown ever so furry rather shiny domestic dog;
rather brown domestic dog decidedly kind;
Positively shiny clear, good, hairy
All...

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I don’t have asbestos fingers and my blisters come from the garden
Toiling the soil and growing fine ingredients for such gourmet cuisine
Like ‘throw it all...

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Every year with Christmas coming in a park near Forest Lake,
the Lion’s Club and Rotary Club help to add to Christmas cheer
by organizing something special...

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Frosty 

He can’t feel his fingers
They’ve gone numb
He built a snow girl
a beautiful one

Fashioned with snow
He gave her soft mitts
She’s perfectly sculpted
with ruby red lips

He...

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Is science an everchanging paradigm
akin to poetry’s everchanging rhyme

interpreted by those who never write
yet keep a dark thesaurus out of sight

and so when I place...

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