Streusel

If I must be truthful,  Magda made good streusel.  Baked with mother’s pride,  Before her children died.  Her eyes like Heaven’s blue,  Her blood, so pure and true.  Standing by her man,  To carry out The Plan.  A Mother’s Cross for her,  Of right, she was so sure.  The lies became her truth,  And reason was forsooth.  She taught her kids toContinue reading “Streusel”