my mother’s recipes
what’s missing
and what’s gone

6 Responses

  1. Alan Summers Says:

    This resonates with me as my mother was famous city-wide for two recipes that she supplied to the restaurant family business, and for other recipes.

    My mother is now 92, and with gangrene that is spreading, so your haiku poem is so much more poignant for me.

    with much gratitude,


  2. harrisfr Says:

    I am sorry that your mother is sick with gangrene; when my brother was diagnosed with ALS, I learned to help him live while everyone who loved him knew he was dying. The recipe for how to live while dying takes great love. Time has brought gratitude for the many memories. Thank you for sharing.

  3. Alan Summers Says:

    Ah yes, I make my mother laugh, we share a wicked sense of humor. She's fine mentally being a WWII survivor so very pragmatic and practical, getting proportions right in life. :-)

    with gratitude and shared feeling,


  4. Alison Hedlund Says:

    Simply and eloquently expressed. Thank you. My mother liked to cook and though she tried to teach me, I didn't want to go there until much later, when I understood the importance of good nutrition and appetizing meals. I still make her recipes and have some of her cookbooks and they mean the world to me. Wonderful poem. Thanks again!

  5. Marina Says:

    Nice poem, that give me some inspirations for Mothers Day :)

  6. seaviewwarrenpoint Says:

    Oh, this is beautiful, Seanan! The finality of 'what's gone' resounds long after reading…


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