Recipes

 

She remembered the taste of cookie dough

that soft, sugary texture so sweet and amazing

as it dissolved in her mouth.

 

It wasn’t that ambrosia flavor,

which made it special

or the luscious mix in ingredients,

what made it so magical

was the way Grandma described each item added

how she explained them in detail

like each was a rare and unique

carefully select to create an oven dream.

 

Each time the baked those cookies

her stomach would grow so hungry

for a bit of granny’s loving floured gems.

 

Now she was alone to gaze

through glass transoms for those prizes,

they stir the winds of whims

the flames in craving that she had been taught,

but without those elderly hands to give them life

they would never have the same satisfaction.

 

Somewhere in the window’s reflection

part of her sees that motherly caring face

watch with a smile

silently encouraging her

to never forget the recipe for happiness,

found when you add love to any bowl.