December 19

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Traditions (Santa Cookies)

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Unfold the stiff yellowed recipe in your mom’s handwriting from the box of the vintage icing gun

Blend the shortening you don’t use for anything else with bleached flour you don’t use for anything else

because this is tradition, and you’ve tried it other ways and though they are your own they don’t take you back

to the warm crowded kitchen with grandma and mom and your sisters.

Pat the cold dough into the vintage plastic mold filled with the chemicals they don’t put in plastics anymore

Dust, roll, press, pat release onto the baking sheet.

Paint the faces in the specific order designed to avoid red sugar sprinkles in the icing eyebrows

Give them away to everyone you care about.

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A Didactic Poem

 

 

March 8 (A flashback Friday for Throwback Thursday)

In Memory of Grandma

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Grandma liked men best, flirting without shame

Talking to each one as if he’s her next flame

Grandma liked cowboys in really tight jeans

In each rodeo she found the man of her dreams.

She read romance novels from cover to cover

As soon as one’s finished she picked up another.

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She had a sly smile that went up on one side

And a sense of humor she tried to hide

But one look at the comics she taped to her fridge

Told you a lot about the humor she hid

Sending us cards for every special occasion

With neat handwriting in green felt-tipped pen

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Grandma had a magical green thumb

Just name a plant, she could grow every one

Enormous Christmas cactus, blooming bright red

African violets with special lights overhead

Strawberries and veggies she didn’t even eat

For any plant, grandma’s house couldn’t be beat.

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More than just plants, she raised a strong daughter too

Who always does the right thing to do

Who’s caring and thoughtful and kind to all creatures

Who’s influence from grandma is more than her features

Though we will miss grandma, her legacy lives on

In the caring strength and beauty of our mom.

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(Throwback Poem)

(An Elegy Poem)