image from poetess' personal scrapbook
Mother in her kitchen, circa 1963
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ flour dusts her apron sunlight spills through windowpanes— soft hands knead the dough steam curls from the pot her laughter stirs the broth's warmth— scent of thyme and home knife halts mid-paring, her gaze drifts to fading light— stillness fills the room
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