Papa’s Recipe by Diana Amman Curze When I was 12 I Saw Papa, father of my father On his front porch swing Waving at life passing by Grey hair combed, suspenders neat Each day a clean, white shirt, soon to be Covered with tobacco spittle Papa was widowed twice, but kept An immaculate house, saveContinue reading “A Poem from Diana Amman Cruze”
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