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CONTRAST 1989

JUlie and I sat watching, paralyzed,
as Mommy stammered,
"I can make fried eggs for you,
It Won't take long."
She turned around and went back to her

kitchen.
I eased off the floor,
Keeping an eye on Daddy,
And crept after her.
She was standing at the sink,
Dishtowel wrung tight in her hands,
Head bent down.
She was crying ... Mommy was crying.
"Mommy,"I whispered as I tugged on her skirt.
"Mommy, I'll eat the scrambled eggs."

By Kathy Kent

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