Family Recipe, New Handwriting

by The Hearth Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

The recipe card had three generations crowded in its margins. You added your note in green: less sugar, more lemon. No thunder. No ancestor objected. The cake rose higher. Tradition, we discovered, was not a locked glass case but a kitchen table— room for another hand, another taste of home.
50 words · 12 lines · Free Verse
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