by Marilyn Singer
Sometimes it's just a sharp whiff of mustard,
and you recall being at the ball park.
The sight of a cone dripping custard,
and you're there at the fair after dark.
The sound of corn popping -- movies with Dad.
The buzz of the mixer when Grandma bakes pies.
The soup that Mom serves the day you're feeling bad.
The birthday surprise of your grandpa's french fries.
The too much red pepper that caused you to sneeze.
The store where you thought you'd bite into a lime.
The slushy your drank till it made your brain freeze.
The stories that start, "And then there was that time . . ."
Today becomes last week, June, July, December.
Food has the power to help you remember.
from Follow the Recipe: Poems About Imagination, Celebration & Cake
by Marilyn Singer, illustrated by Marjorie Priceman
Dial, 2020
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