Grandma Irene MAG

January 15, 2010
By Morgan Bierman BRONZE, Buffalo Grove, Illinois
Morgan Bierman BRONZE, Buffalo Grove, Illinois
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I learned from you
how to overflow the cinnamon-sprinkled batter
with semi-sweet morsels.

I learned how to scoop eggshell
out of the oil and sugar of the dough,
yolk dripping down the frosted mixing bowl
like the water pitcher
sitting in a ring of condensation.

I learned how to go unnoticed
sliding my cool finger inside the whisk,
and how to laugh
while your eyes tighten into a knowing glare,
and you stick a brightly painted acrylic back under the tool.

From you
I learned to revive a watery frosting,
how a little chocolate can fix any crumbled edge,

And I learned that powdered sugar
was like another stitch into your sweater.

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on Mar. 11 2011 at 10:53 pm
Anasunny SILVER, Florissant, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
Ours is not to reason why, ours is but to do or die.
~ Charge of the Light Brigade, Alfred Lord Tennyson

Aw, how sweet! I love this

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