An Ordinary Book
The pages are tattered and torn
A cookbook used long before I was born
Unknown spills on almost every page
Now they are yellowed and brittle with age...
Full of wonderful recipes she used each day
Part of my memories of her that stay
She turned the pages, I can see her there
Her hands worn, her face lined with care..
I cherish this battered Betty Crocker book
From it our mother taught us all to cook
Kitchen memories of laughter and fun
And the love of family when day is done...
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2013
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