SWEETEST
Best plate of anything
ever
was a plate of Christmas cookies
on our cozy kitchen table tight up against a window
of outdoor weather.
My mother insecurely was not a baker.
Her sister down the street could make ‘em though and
so could the aunt who lived with us and
so could the also-cozy bakery on Main Street
whose unique color combinations of sugar and frosting
we’re eye-catching
as was the orange hair on the Fitzpatrick family
who ran the place.
