Louise Davis Poems

Mother, mother what shall I do?
You taught me things old and new
I have a family of my own to raise
Learning about kids, I'm truly amazed
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Have you ever heard the wind
blowing across the plains?
Moving and stacking snow
in drifts across the lane
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My dad, he was a wonderful cook
He didn't use recipes or go by the book
I tried to learn to cook like him
But the way mine turned out, it was a sin
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