Today I took inspiration from the Writer’s Digest prompt to write a poem with a “_________ Story” title, and the NaPoWriMo.net prompt from Juan Martinez. It asks you to think about a small habit you picked up from one of your parents, and then to write a piece that explores an early memory of your parent engaged in that habit, before shifting into writing about yourself engaging in the same habit.
Kitchen Story She moved through the small space too quickly for me to keep track of her hands, mother magician with a whisk for a wand, tea towel for a cape, throwing the threadbare plaid cloth over her shoulder with a flourish when concentration was at its highest. I feel it now too, the furrowed expression of attentiveness on my face, a meditation almost, kitchen work. Poring over a recipe, looking for the unwritten instructions that will make for a close imitation, if never as good as hers. The way, I too, wipe my hands, then throw the towel across my left shoulder, as though the ritual will result in big reveal: here she is! Again, all along.