A Labor of Love



  She struggles to the kitchen early.  Hair golden gray eyes shinny but tired. The holidays are just not the same. She walks a little slower these days. Her knees creek from the pain in her joints. Still she knows her family will be expecting something delicious from her kitchen and she never disappoints.  She speaks out loud "Alexa play me some  70's music." she commands.  "Playing your favorites" the box replies.  This thing always knows what I need she hums as Glady's Knight  begins to play.  With renewed energy  she grabs a big ole pot and begins her labor of love. 


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