Caren Krutsinger Poet Narrative

Grandmas Vanilla Cake

Grandma's vanilla cake with brown sugar topping cannot be duplicated.
My sister and I used to help her bake it for the holidays
Not only was it moist and sweet and tasty, 
but the smell is something I dream about.
I salivate in my sleep thinking of this heavenly cake;
it was Grandma’s specialty.

In November of 1964, Grandma died suddenly in her sleep.
She was only fifty-eight.
It was a shock to all of us;
Christmas was not the same.
Life was not the same.

Some of her daughters tried to bake Grandma's vanilla cake with brown sugar topping.
She must have left out an ingredient, they thought.
They used to fight over which ingredient that might be.
They never got it right.

For fifty years they have been trying to recreate Grandma’s vanilla cake.
With little success.
Because it is missing an ingredient.
It is missing Grandma.

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Valsa George December 3, 2021 at 5:47 AM Some goodies always entail with them the exclusive stamp of the maker. If some one else tries to imitate it, it will be of no use. The special flavor will be lacking. I feel I am good at making vanilla cakes . My children love them. Sad you lost your grandma at the age of 58