A Smile at the Kitchen Table by Raymond A. Foss
There was a smile waiting for me on my arrival, taking a break a smile waiting for me at the kitchen table a smile of spicy brown mustard on the provolone slice smiling at me, to bring a smile to my face too. Funny how simple things remind us of the joy of the moment of the moments we can share as a family, amid the clutter of life even a smile of yellow-brown can bring smiles around the table and with this poem, maybe, around the world
October 8, 2007 4:15pm
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