JUST LIKE MAMMA DID
She really was a simple gal,|
Without adornments grand.
She found her joy in simple things,
Like strolling through the sand.
She liked to work her garden small...
And sang to all her plants.
Her stride was gentle there to all,
She would not kill an ant.
Most Autumn nights you'd find her in
The kitchen baking pies.
The apples from her trees out back
Could make a grown man cry.
She always gave some pies away...
Just like her Mamma did.
She worked from dawn 'till set of sun,
But kept her troubles hid.
THE WORD PAINTING CHALLENGE
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