Culinary Art
Tiny mudlined shoeless prints
mark these polished floors
from down the hallway backward to
a wide left open door
Her face was streaked as too the hands
in a dirt mixed shower blend
from making and baking mud pies
with abetting wet proof friends
Crying she said, we need a tray
cause Millie's big sister's there
and took our stuff right from us
in tones of great despair
To the bath with you she affirmed
and stay off my fresh waxed floor
wash those dirty feet young girl
then close that swinging door
Soon spic and span with pan in hand
the chef skipped out the door
it won't take long to look just like
the way she did before
Re-shining the tile you could see
a gleam in her eyes so plain
gladly Mom would never love someone
that did not like the rain
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Mixed Nuts
The Eulogy was over and
the coffin lowered down
People feigned in crying while
the preacher moved around
I don't know why they dressed in black
lamenting soft and low
When most were touched with gladness
to see the Bastard go
Dawn
How strange yet beautiful is night
infused with advancing light
occluding swift our view afar
the silent distant Venus star
Describing now each flower face
of long awaited Queens Anne Lace
and gossamer designed in dew
night so carefully hid from view
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The Best Of Company
In a rude and calamitous world
Where cash beds down with power
And greed rusts souls each hour
Let me gladly go sit among the tender
The caring forgotten old people
Knowing I'm in warm rich company
Looking through their windows
At the twinkling gleaming stars
Dreaming of Christmas and children
Each night in their failing years
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