Katie Spence
Momma Who
Momma who makes pasta with grace
And asks who loves her
Who is stressed and beautiful
Who is fuss and hush
Whose hair is made of spirals and tinsel
Is too modest to come out and play
Who tells me in English she loves me
Who tells with heart she loves me
Whose hands are like a rose
Are as delicate as the petal that lines the heart
Stays in this quaint house alone in peace
Who use to smile like the sun is yellow
Is away
Is a stick in the mud
Is in pain go away
Has become her own person
Is sitting in the rocking chair
Who holds my hand and kisses my cheek
Is slippers and robes and painted big toes
Who cooks and cleans and cleans and cooks and cooks again
Is the pasta maker that makes it with grace
Asking who loves her
Who loves her who?
Katie Spence