This time of anticipation

has me already missing those little things

which I no longer shall receive.

The crate of grapefruit and oranges.

The ground whole grain grits.

The cornmeal both fine and coarse,

yellow and white, whole germ and milled,

refrigerated, frozen,  given away,

rarely cooked.

But when it was, an honor sent.


The curried pear relish.

The bon voyage gift.

Tokens marking

me as a daughter