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09.10.11 Posted in today's words by

Daniel Dowe is a high school English teacher living in Windsor CT. He holds a PhD from the University of South Carolina. His favorite poet to teach is Emily Dickinson–his up-river neighbor.

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By Daniel Dowe

My mom sprinkled sugar
On everything she could
Spaghetti, baby food, even meatloaf
She excelled in making life exuberant
She always opted for a glee
Warm fudge on a cold afternoon
Red paint on lips, a room, or a pail
Sugar was her favorite spice
A little sweetness to soften the tang
I miss that sugar, those warm smiles,
That sent the honey
All the way to my toes
She sprinkled all of our lives;
We were her grateful and lucky little cakes.



2 Responses to “untitled 1”

  1. Lovely memories of a nurturing mom. Written beautifully.

  2. KC Bosch says:

    sweet and clever, makes me wish I was your friend growing up. I like this a lot.

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