Write me a story

The woman recalls a time in her young life at school
when she was in second grade, the teacher thought it would be cool

if each child wrote a story about their mother
something sweet, special from some time or another

The little girl is excited to write it all down
Pencil scratching paper was now the only sound

All the stories are collected and put in her tray
The teacher promises to read them the very next day

The teacher takes turns reading them aloud to the class
Then She came to the little girl’s story at last

She hesitated a moment with a blank look on her face
Then she started to read not skipping a space

I love the safety pins under my mothers dress there’s a lot of them
When I ask her why she said they’re holding up her hem

I also like the white powdery flour on her face
As she’s rolling out dough all over the place

And the smile on her face after she takes a sip of sweet tea
It always brings a funny giggle out of me

Sometimes we ask her to play Jacks with us at the table
She always says, yes girls when the dishes are done if I’m able

Sometimes she can’t because her feet are in a pan
Soaking in something I don’t understand

Before my mother hobbles off to bed each night
She kisses us all and tucks us in tight

The thing I like best about my mother
Is how she talks softly to me and my brothers