Old Poetry | mwtb.org - Tracts :: Choice Poems :: Not Growing Old

Not Growing Old

Old Poetry | mwtb.org - Tracts :: Choice Poems :: Not Growing Old

My mom ate her dessert first. I asked her when I was older why she did that and she replied, "If I die during the meal at least I enjoyed one part of the meal. Such a good mother, huh?

My mom ate her dessert first. I asked her when I was older why she did that and she replied, "If I die during the meal at least I enjoyed one part of the meal. Such a good mother, huh?

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