An old recipe, nothing to some,
So much more to me.
Millions of meals, disasterous or delicious.
Caked onto a ragged and torn piece of paper.
Stained multicolors of brown and yellow.
This old useless and worn paper says so much more to me
Than how many eggs go into noodles.
It shows me a hundred happy birthdays, a wedding
and the love of a devoted mother.