SUNDAY DINNER MEMORIES
Poem by Joyce Riley
Flowers
on the table,
Guests opening the gate,
Mother with her apron off,
Napkins by each plate,
Butter and a butter knife,
Peas I helped to shell,
Fried chicken on a platter,
Oh, I remember well,
Cousins, aunts and uncles,
Arriving with good wishes,
But, what I remember most of all
the stacks of dirty dishes.
Guests opening the gate,
Mother with her apron off,
Napkins by each plate,
Butter and a butter knife,
Peas I helped to shell,
Fried chicken on a platter,
Oh, I remember well,
Cousins, aunts and uncles,
Arriving with good wishes,
But, what I remember most of all
the stacks of dirty dishes.
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