It was cherished

It was cherished
beyond all the other books
its pages read
‘til they fell
from the bindings

she ran inside
the second he’d
cut a sprig
belting out:

it’s like rogue oregano
comes back every year
taking over the damn garden…

she slipped the tome
from the shelf
flipped to great-gran’s recipe
for “fabled” lamb
written in exotic cursive
they didn’t teach anymore
with notes
from aunts and daughters —
her own mother had used a ruler
to underline some ingredients
cross out others – faintly
so the original still showed through —
with suggested substitutions

with a scribe’s reverence
she penciled in
below the loops
and curlicues
to the right of the word



R L Raymond

From Half Myths & Quarter Legends

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