Any fool can know. The point is to understand. –Albert Einstein
Strawberry Pie Quatern
Your handwriting in purple ink
resurrects you ten years after
your death when a recipe card
falls from a forgotten cookbook.
Tart, sweet, secrets sneak through curves of
your handwriting. In purple ink,
with bold color, you claim knowledge,
if only how to bake a pie.
Mom, you were taught to stay hidden
in the background of a man’s world.
Your handwriting in purple ink
trembles to be more than pie dough.
I apologize years later
for asking so little of you.
I long to see your soul shared through
your handwriting in purple ink.
terrypetersen 
Leave a comment