was adamant about leftovers.
into
Tupper ware
they'd go.
mashed potatoes and green
beans.
turkey slices,
stuffing
beside it, all to go.
gravy
in a covered bowl,
slices
of pie.
she'd pack it up neatly
in a brown paper bag,
and mark
each one with our names.
seven bags.
for seven children,
and then
she'd stand at the door,
flash the porch
light
and watch us
as away we drove.
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