reading between the lines of
Grandma’s recipe
I leave bananas on the counter
for a week, maybe two
until spots blend into
fully darkened peel

I pull her batter-spattered
handwritten card from the
worn wooden recipe box
I inherited decades ago
age spots on my hands
match my memory of hers

Christy Schwan is a native Hoosier farm kid, rock hound, wild berry picker, wildflower seeker, astronomy studier, and quiet sports lover of kayaking, canoeing, snowshoeing and loon spotting. Her preferred writing studio is a treehouse-level screened porch sheltered from mosquito swarms in northern Wisconsin.