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Mother's Confection
Rubber zucchini will not do from a supermarket zoo,
where I load a basket of ingredients.
We've got the blues
and a manufactured sleeve of black cookies
would not do.
Smudged recipe card in her handwriting
greets me on a floured counter,
amid the grating and grinding.
Tablespoons of cinnamon, allspice, powders
and salt all need minding.
I butter and flour the pan how she taught me.
From mixer bowl, I slide in the batch.
Two pans even must be.
With the proper fire from a faithful oven,
hope to get it right. We'll see.
Hour later, they marvel crisp, brown perfection.
Her aromatic bread, spied through glass, risen.
This was her favorite selection.
In thick divides, we plate each slice, butter, and
gobble Mother's confection.
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