Culinary Art

Tiny mudlined shoeless prints
mark these polished floors
from down the hallway backward to
a wide left open door

Her face was streaked as too the hands
in a dirt mixed shower blend
from making and baking mud pies
with abetting wet proof friends

Crying she said, we need a tray
cause Millie's big sister's there
and took our stuff right from us
in tones of great despair

To the bath with you she affirmed
and stay off my fresh waxed floor
wash those dirty feet young girl
then close that swinging door

Soon spic and span with pan in hand
the chef skipped out the door
it won't take long to look just like
the way she did before

Re-shining the tile you could see
a gleam in her eyes so plain
gladly Mom would never love someone
that did not like the rain

by Riley T. Evans

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