Buttermilk Biscuits
by Koye Lott
She would stand in her kitchen
humming hymns, with her brown hands
kneading flour,
and baking powder.
She didn't measure.
Her experience did it for her,
as the oven heated
and I watched her... fascinated.
She still fascinates me.
Although the hands are still brown,
they have aged.
Yet the twinkle in her eye
is Heaven sent....
Just like the buttermilk biscuits
she still bakes.
I love you Mom.
