Last night Theresa hosted an open mic night at Dawn's and the turn out was wonderful. Theresa (who will hopefully post her "let me take you back" on this site), Assigid, Gloria and Alma (amongst others) sang, read their work, sipped coffee and chatted through an evening. Aside from being the only woman I've ever known to eat a banana with a knife and fork, Alma has wonderful stories...if you see her, you should ask her to tell you the one about her heart taking a dance class; you'll be touched.
Popcicles and Cornbread
Popcicles and cornbread
What an odd combination
But there's nothing odd about
How I fell into the conversation
It was about better times
When we had lots of fun
Popcicles in the freezer
I remember box after box
After playing jump rope
Baseball or hop scotch
For dinner there was cornbread
Fried chicken and greens
Sweet potatoes and fried corn
Y'all know what I mean
Those were the good old days
I play them over and over in my head
And when I remember mom
I'll always remember
Popcicles and cornbread
(Poem by Theresa)
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