Momma saved her best

For company of elite

On old chipped plates

We as a family did eat

Nobody came to call

Who was of that ilk

Even her best cups

Were never used for milk

Now that she is gone

We eyed her very best

From age it was chipped

Just like all the rest

My children are to me

Better than all the rest

They are welcome to eat

On dishes that are best


Sharon (


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Hollyhocks Grow By The Outhouse

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Rosebush On A Hill

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