Sunday Dinner At Grandma's



Sunday dinners after church
collard green, fried chicken and corn
everyone gathered around the table
waiting for the blessing to be done

Grandpa said "Amen"
and Grandma nods her head
It's time to sit down to feast
Upon this glorious spread

When all bellies are full and tight
and no more dessert to be had
the men retire to T.V and the
the women to gossip instead

The evening's come to a close
and long good byes are said
hugs and kisses for everyone
until next Sunday's spread






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