Every year the same.
They show up
just a couple days before.
The suitcases drop
and to the kitchen she goes.
The roller is pulled from
the dark depths
dusted,
and dropped into
a pile of supplies
that we're brought
just for her.
Counters are cleared,
flour sprinkled,
and the show begins.
Not a recipe in sight;
it's all over in 20 minutes.
Green, crisp apples for my dad
rhubarb and strawberries and blueberries too.
Chocolate if we're lucky.
Cinnamon and sugar over the extra
strips of crust for a midnight snack.
Now we have dessert for the next two weeks.
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