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ode to a potbelly stove

Alpine Kitchen — Ernst Ludwig Kirchner (1880–1938) — public domain

they were cold days those old days when we braved the winters in short pants knee-high socks mittens snowball soaked swiping at our frosty snot knowing mother kept the potbelly hot and soon we’d warm ourselves with fresh boiled milk rich with honey skimming off the creamy froth with spoons as good as gold they were cold days those gold-days of two sweaters thick double blankets window panes thick with frost cause coal came at a cost only her kitchen kept potbelly-hot knowing always knowing she’d be there to warm our hearts they were golden days those olden days when we believed ourselves forever young forever loved and she forever there keeping the potbelly hot

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