Lily girl told her mother she didn’t know place,
that place marked a spot to stand.
She said, “Mama, you can find grits anywhere,”
and took off West.
Weeks later Mama’s standing in the kitchen
Filling Lily’s spot with extra dishes,
a letter comes from California
and she’s begging for a package:
“Grits, biscuits, and honey, please.
Mama, the people are real nice,
but they can’t understand me here.
All I know Mama, about place,
well, this isn’t it.”
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