I Cried
I stood in the kitchen on yesterday,
And cried, and cried, and cried.
Everyone came into the room and
Began to wipe their eyes.
I continued to do the task that
I was commissioned to do.
I cried, and cried, and cried some more-
From all the onion juice.
Gotcha….thought I had another sad experience?
Chopping onions for the dressing. We feed
The homeless on yesterday and gave out gift baskets.
An Awesome Experience.
Copyright © Mary Duhart | Year Posted 2007
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