dull knives

all her knives were dull so
she brought them to my house to be sharpened
this is what daughters do.
we teach them to prepare pie dough
using miniature rolling pins,
to carefully crack an egg into a
mixing bowl.
her knives were dull so she came home
to drink a glass of wine with me and eat
what I had cooked for her
(my beloved daughter)
served in a chipped bowl filled
with memories of brownies and
chocolate chip cookies.
she will treasure this bowl
 when I am
gone.