The Light in the Kitchen Window by Margaret Britton Vaughn



The Light in the Kitchen Window by Margaret Britton Vaughn is a poetry book that warmed my heart from the first poem to the last poem. The poems are about memories of the relatives we've loved, about the toys we played with as children, about holidays and famous people too. I was surprised to read two poems about racism. The author has the ability to show human flaws without causing deep anxiety to the spirit. I look forward to reading more of her poetry books or any books she has written.
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/40332.Margaret_Britton_Vaughn

Mississippi  Snow

The snow came once
In my childhood
In Mississippi.
We threw snowballs,
Made snowmen,
Ate snow ice cream.
For one day,
We forgot segregation,
Time was frozen.
The the snow
melted.


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