Oh At Our House Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
Oh At Our House
Mama's in the kitchen
Frying chicken, golden brown,
Smothering cabbage,
just rushing around.
Cutting out home-made biscuits,
With a jelly jar,
Telling us kids,
Not to go too far.
Oven's breathing fire, for
Candied yams,
oozing in cinnamon and butter, and
until I eat,
Not another word will I utter!
Dorothy Alves Holmes
You're killing me here! You made me so hungry, I have to turn off my mouse and go find a snack!
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4/19/2024 6:08:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Cutting out home made biscuits, With a jelly jar............Simply beautiful and sounds like a house full of happiness