Last words

Last words
By Jennifer Graham

“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on,” says Robert Frost.

Like the beaters on the Mixmaster that woke me up Saturday mornings

The sound of mom making chocolate chip cookies.

She always made a double batch

One to bake. One for my brother and I to eat raw at the kitchen table before breakfast.

Mom had a rule about cookies: you need two; One for each hand.

It kept our little hands busy and her head peaceful.

There was only one other rule my mother insisted upon

“Be kind.”

Her last words to me.

And here I am. A cookie in each hand. Trying to go on without her.