The Roses Fed Mama
Mama’s seven sisters rose bush
snagged every child who ran around the back side
of the house, every time. Some bounced
off the drooping clothes line first.
None of them old enough to remember
the hen house that fed the roses
nor the eggs we once brought in daily
to feed ourselves.
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Love this!
Love those first two rowdy lines!
You had me with the title!
In a few words you’ve painted a childhood of family and place.