Sugar Cookies

A poem

Talk about her hands
the way they held the rolling pin,
rolling the sugar cookie dough flat
at 4 am because you couldn’t sleep
and she always liked to get up early
anyways. Talk about how you watched
the sunrise through the kitchen window,
how she showed you how to cut
perfect circles in the dough
with an overturned glass
how you frosted them, too, before
anyone else even woke up.
Talk about how for years you remember
being…