Momma’s (a) Tulip

Chubby little hands reaching out

to grasp Momma’s flowering tulip,

the same red as her upper lip.

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Inside, Momma sits without doubt.

Sipping cool sweet tea in the chair,

she seems to be without a care.

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Toddler arms take a china pot spout,

Pouring water hot from the sun.

Down dark green leaves it does run.

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Momma’s inside eating her sauerkraut.

Lipstick lips opening, fork descends,

bitten metal, the tea upends.

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Toddler sees Momma on the route.

Grabs the flowers holding quite tight.

Won’t let go, hands filled with might.

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Momma’s lips go in a firm pout.

Toddler eyes, filled to the brim,

is Momma here to visit him?

 

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