Mama taught me canning skills 
When I was just a child
We picked our fruit, gathered
From garden, orchard or woodland wild.

Peaches, pears, and apricots, 
Grapes, sweet corn and beans,
We washed the jars and filled them;
The canner chugged and puffed out steam.

Now I am getting older fast;
I hope that like jelly and jam I’ll be
Well-preserved, and keeping strong
Till the Good Lord comes after me.

Published by Elece

I am a photographer and a freelance writer. I write stories, poetry, gift books, and magazine articles––both print and online. Photographing children, places, and especially flowers is my hobby.

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