MUFFINS (posted from the Austin International Poetry Festival anthology)
Posted by Nick D on April 25, 2006 at 08:28:28:
An ancient recipe card
I found behind the stove
The day we emptied out the house
Where she had lived until
She quietly passed away
A month or so ago.
Stained and brittle from the years
The blue ink faded now,
It called for flour, sugar, milk
And dried blueberries by the cup.
In my hand, the card a window
On that day many distant years before
When we sat surrounded by
The warm aromas of our home
And ate the muffins my momma baked.
In my mind and heart I see
The two of us - I was only ten -
As if it were but yesterday.
The winter light so different then
A rich and golden patina
Touching everything.