Magic Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
Magic
Jam packed
into an old kitchen box;
written in her own hand,
antiquated reminders
dating all the way back
to my childhood.
A treasure trove
of dearest memories;
a lifetime of
“special moments”
wrapped inside
all those warm cookies,
exquisite pies,
eyerolling cakes.
She was QUEEN of the kitchen;
we, her willing subjects.
Such devotion,
a magic no recipe card
can ever duplicate.
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