(Food Memories) The aroma of toastPulls me from bedIn pajamas I spyMy mother bendingOver an open oven doorToasting bread for our stuffingAnnouncing a yearly ritualThanksgiving morning is here. We stand together,Lined up tall to small,We mix, roll and cut,The oil is hot and ready for dough,Strouffles, little honey balls,Mean Christmas is near. Christmas brings aContinue reading “Foodmories”
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My Mother’s Hand
When I was young, I’d hold onto my mother’s hand,It was strong and soft, its guide a gentle demand.She held my hand as the years passed, and I’d grown,Through those years, she helped me to stand on my own. More years pass by, and it’s my husband’s hand, I now hold,A callous, strong hand, withContinue reading “My Mother’s Hand”
Holding on Tight
Do you:Remember the sound of your baby giggling? I close my eyes to relive those days—Hugs wrapped around my neck,Quiet dreamland asleep in my arms. You were a tiny little person, Needing so much love and attention. Do you:Remember reading Goodnight Moon over and over again? We would laugh and make funny faces,Searching hard while youContinue reading “Holding on Tight”
