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My Dear Children
When I see my children playing,
Dance around, I feel like singing.
That's because I love them so much,
Hope always we will keep in touch.
We can play games and have much fun,
Good for us to get out in sun.
Laughing and giggling and joy,
Makes each day come alive, O boy!
There are many questions to answer,
Like 'How can I be a dancer?'
To a class each day we will go,
To have their hearts desire, wow.
So, no matter how long we live,
To our kids, we'll always give.
The love, the games, the fun, the joy,
Also, helping with problems, boy!
Then we can start all over,
With our grandchildren to hover.
What a great gift from our Father,
From heaven, families that matter.
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DANCING IN MAMA'S KITCHEN
(Mama was my grandmother who passed away in 1990.)
I danced in Mama's kitchen,
A red apron around
The Stranger I knew
The sun shined brightly in the sky,
as it entered my eyes expectedly.
The temperature revealed to be about
Long years and many deaths and a clan flung far and wide
This family needs its history
And I'm the matriarch?
This mantle
My Life is Like Sweet Potato Pie
Day before Thanksgiving
Grandma in the kitchen.
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