Good morning and Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers. I wanted to share a poem from my recently published chapbook, Liquid Lunch. This little poem goes back to Sunday mornings in North Carolina when I would wake up to sound of my grandmother singing church hymns in the kitchen. It was her way to give thanks to the almighty, while she prepared Sunday dinner. This poem represents one of my most cherished memories of her. God bless her soul. Enjoy your day everyone. Here is my poem:
Sunday morning snooze
Sunday morning blues
Momma singing in the kitchen
Sunday morning news
Jesus is the top story
Faith is her morning glory.
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Beautiful my friend. Memories like this one are the ones that fill our hearts of love.
Bonjour Stephen !
Last year I was in CAlifornia for a wedding and we were four mothers on American Mother's Day at a restaurant.
The young bride of last year will have soon a little baby.
As usual, I like your words.
You are a lucky man having such a great memory of your grand'mother...
so true. My heart is filled with love everytime I think of her. Kiss
You were so close and yet so far. :)I will make it to France one day soon. I can feel it. Yes, I do feel fortunate to have these fond memories. Merci. Good to see you here. I thought that you'd forgotten about your old blog friend. God bless.
I'm so proud of you. Your loving aunt, Zell:)))
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