Doncha want sumpthin’ just ’cause ya can’t have it? 

Ma only took a nip now and then,
but when the saloons shut down,
she ran to the doctor for a prescription,
whiskey allowed for medicinal purposes.

Now, she buys a pint every three weeks.
She puts it in tea, makes it last.
She bought a kit to make sacramental wine,
and dug out the old Department of Agriculture
“How To” booklet. 

She wrote to Cousin Clara in Jackson County, 
“Any chance you know someone…”
She grieved when federal agents
smashed the still at Limestone and Third.