by Victor W. Brown (1998)
Lovata bakes cakes on Sunday
her ingredients didn’t come from a cookbook.
They came from the lace on her dress,
from the buckles on her shoe,
from the dirt roads in Pinetop, North Carolina.
They came from her gold tooth smile,
from the stories she told us,
from Grandma Hattie’s kind hands.
They came from a place
beyond our reach.
Victor W. Brown 
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