Sunday, May 8, 2011

poems I wrote for my mother

         Mother's Bread

How I wish I could make bread
Like the kind my mother made
Big biscuits, light and fluffy
Cornbread, brown and curnchy
Big loaves from the oven came
All looking exactly the same
Today I have all this fancy stuff
Still this is not enough
My biscuits are quite hard
My cornbread very soggy
All my loaves come out well charred
From this I'm sure you can glisten
That to my mother I did not listen

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