I've been writing this since
finding Grandma's cookies
stashed
second cupboard, left of the fridge
in old plastic buckets
oatmeal raisin, sometimes chocolate chip,
molasses (my favorite).
And single serving portions
of mashed potatoes
and roast beef gravy
frozen in used butter tubs
waiting for Sunday lunches.
I've been writing this since
Mom made German Chocolate Cake
for my birthday
because I thought it sounded exotic.
And that one time she gave my sister
a store-bought cake (gasp) thinking
it would be a special treat
and Kate cried and cried.
I've been writing this since
we tried to get that family pie
recipe to work like my wife's grandma did.
Studying her recipe card
in that old familiar script,
agonizing over the details she forgot,
hoping to bring back some small part of her
in an 8-inch pie shell.
finding Grandma's cookies
stashed
second cupboard, left of the fridge
in old plastic buckets
oatmeal raisin, sometimes chocolate chip,
molasses (my favorite).
And single serving portions
of mashed potatoes
and roast beef gravy
frozen in used butter tubs
waiting for Sunday lunches.
I've been writing this since
Mom made German Chocolate Cake
for my birthday
because I thought it sounded exotic.
And that one time she gave my sister
a store-bought cake (gasp) thinking
it would be a special treat
and Kate cried and cried.
I've been writing this since
we tried to get that family pie
recipe to work like my wife's grandma did.
Studying her recipe card
in that old familiar script,
agonizing over the details she forgot,
hoping to bring back some small part of her
in an 8-inch pie shell.