The house was filled with kitchen cooking smells,
Of turkey basted to a golden brown;
Potatoes, sweet and mashed, with candied yams;
Debilitating smells, of baking bread;
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ok, Lynn, i'll read this and i think one more of your 7-part series later, ....someday. kinda busy now! ;) i think i've read most of them and left comments in the past. and i think they will each fit into a showcase in upcoming months. bri :)
hello again, and again, and again, Lynn has SEVEN POEMS in a series: The Honeymoon, How Beautiful is Woman Full With Child, A Father, My Son, Childhood, Brass Rings, and then….. No Monarch, She..' ………………in that order.