656 Roses in the cellar. 2-11-17 (go to 580 for key word search)

“Momma!”

“What, Baby Girl?”

“There are roses in a vase
down here in the cellar!”

“Really.”

“Yes! On the little table
in their new bedroom Poppa built!”

“Well, don’t touch them.
They’re Mima’s.
Poppa bought them for her.”

“Why?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s just a day when
people who…
people who…”

“People who what, Momma?”

“People who love each other,
give each other cards and flowers”.

“Because they love each other?
Like Mima and Poppa?”

“Yes, like Mima and Poppa.”

“Momma! Momma!…”

“What!”

“Where are yours?”

“Momma?”

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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