Half-circle Sundays

On Sunday mornings

she made blueberry muffins.

My job was to rinse the 

blue jewels, pour them in,

and she would fold

them so carefully.

I made some this last 

Sunday, rinsing and

carefully folding, but 

just before pouring

the batter into the tin,

I added some lemon juice,

a whim, really, slid them

into the oven, and waited

for the the tops to brown.

The smell brought back 

more memories, the 

half-circle apron she tied

at the back, the smell

of her Sanka, the bacon

crisping on the stovetop,

and hugs from a grandmother

who always had my favorite 

things, so why did I add

lemon juice?  She never

did, and each bite

took something away

from the sweetness 

of that memory.  

Next time, I’ll skip 

the lemon and,

maybe, wear that

apron.

—C.L. Fisher, March 2021

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