I’ve made Easter cookies
Every year of my life
I imagine, even as a baby
I was sitting in a kitchen
Watching my mother roll out
The spongy dough.
I made them with my daughter
And my mother
And my grandmother
And I see in the movement of my hands
As I stretch the doughy ropes
The hands of Vasiliathis women
Back through generations
From Illinois to Brooklyn to Athens to Smyrna
To villages lost to time and DNA
Forming the sinuous twists
And knotted wreaths
Then egg washing them with my fingers
Like my mother taught me
All the Vasiliathis women
Teaching their daughters
How to twist cookies
For the glory of the Risen Christ

NoPoWriMo #18, for the prompt of 4/18/20: “small pleasures”

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