Grandmother’s Sugar Cookies


Flour, Sugar, and Eggs hug,
as they haven't done since Easter.
They shake hands and kiss cheeks.
Vanilla Extract and Dash of Cinnamon catch up in the burning heat
rising in laughter and memory.
A Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter, ritual,
until one year, Oven forgets to preheat to three hundred seventy
five degrees, forgets Dash of Cinnamons birthday,
forgets her first love-Flour.
There will be no more political debates
between Oven and Vanilla Extract,
there will be no more burning heat.
Sugar is forgotten, and Flour agrees to hospice.
Dash of Cinnamon and Vanilla extract are warned-Oven only has
three to six months left.
Two weeks later, the day comes, an electrician unplugs the cord
connecting Oven to the outlet.
The next time Flour, Sugar, Eggs, Vanilla Extract,
and Dash of Cinnamon will be together
there will be no more laughter-only memories.

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