Thursday, December 12, 2013

Chicken Dumplings


Easing back in the big chair
The smell of liniment
Has replaced the rosewater
White hair lays flat
Where red curls use to unfurl
Pain etched lines
Where smiles use to grace
Paper thin skin
Where freckles use to play
Fingers knotted by age
No longer kneads the dough
That made those Chicken Dumplings
I loved so

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