your mother knew how
to cook
a chicken.
feeding seven
kids
with one chicken
was a testament
to her culinary skills.
roasted, stuffed.
baked, grilled,
barbequed
and shredded
into a casserole.
not to mention
soup. add some
noodles, some
carrots. a loaf
of wonder bread
and you'd be filled.
that chicken would
be cleaned
down to the bone,
and she'd be
sitting there sweating,
thinking about
tomorrows dinner.
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