Mama’s Homemade Spaghetti

By Hannah Tant

 

Mama’s homemade spaghetti

It would always be ready

In the blink of an eye

The sauce was steady.

 

The heat of the oven

The mittens on the floor

The sauce on the table

The purse on the door.

 

The family at the table

A grand ol’ time.

Smiles they held

Rehearsing every line.

 

Mama’s spaghetti

It would always be ready

In the blink of an eye

Holding in every lie.