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Have you ever thought about the things less tangible, things you cannot touch or package, but just enjoy? This was part of my muse one day. Undeliverables I can bring you a ripe tomato a love letter written with my own hand I can bring a friend to sit with you a bowl of soup a litany of forgiveness, but I cannot deliver the sunrise over a lake the dew upon the flowers; you have to go and see it for yourself I cannot bring the thousands of miles we travelled together or the hurts of the journey; those would be too heavy to carry and you wouldn’t want them anyway the undeliverables that even a grocery man cannot package Carolyn R. Wilker Tower Poetry, winter 2015-2016 Volume 64, No. 2

My grandmother whom I write of here, mother of my own mom, has been gone from us more than 30 years now,  mere months after she held our youngest newborn daughter. As I spend time now with my older granddaughters who are 7 and 9 years of age, in the kitchen or elsewhere, I remember spending time with my grandmother. In her kitchen, after she moved off the farm. Enjoy! Kitchen Talk                                                                                                      ...