Mamma always had a love for other people's possessions.
One of my earliest memories is walking to the park, my hand firmly tucked into hers. I was an impulsive child, and likely would have darted
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Paper plates, paper cups.
Pink frosting on the
Heavy handle of my fork.
Flushed faces, shining eyes.
Laughter like the ocean,
Never ceasing.
Pink frosting on the
Heavy handle of my fork.
Flushed faces, shining eyes.
Laughter like the ocean,
Never ceasing.