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Recipe, Unwritten

Nadia Osei

Free verse · Family

She never measured anything.A handful meant her hand, not mine.A pinch meant however muchfelt right that particular Tuesday.

I have tried for years to write it downfor my daughter, and I have failedin exactly the way my motherwould have wanted me to fail:by having to call and ask,which was always the real recipe.

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