Aug 11, 2020
1 min read
Cordelia’s Kitchen
A poem
Cordelia served up bowls
of oatmeal with handfuls
of raisins and butter pats
melting in spoonfuls
of brown sugar at my preschool,
Middle Earth, in the 1980s.
Her oatmeal was my favorite —
it felt like a warm hug, a bowl
of sunshine and sustenance.
