Holiday Favorite
Terri Lynn Cummings
Today I ate
your slice of pie
because you
left it in the refrigerator
or perhaps
would have left a note
with x’s and o’s
sprinkled on the bottom
like shavings
of chocolate
You would have
had one bite of mine
(if any had
remained)
or would have
left it all to me --
the healthier
person, a superior discipline
compared to my
waistline, expanding
and my fork,
foraging
I wanted
nothing more than to be transported
from a crowded
jail of unwashed laundry
to the sinful
affair with crust
and meringue
and chocolate
chocolate
chocolate
Poet’s Notes: Leftover chocolate pie does not
survive long in our home. Every holiday, family members long for a slice of my
mother’s special recipe. Always, it is a battleground of forks, and I lead the
charge--such a wonderful way to remember a lost mother and grandmother!
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