Books By Cook

WELCOME to my world of words. I'll share some of my favorites here.

A Rainy Monday, more than 50 years since you left this world. Eating breakfast in a diner- Karen sings the song, tears come immediately to my eyes and I say, this song reminds me of my grandmother. He asks why, and I think for a second I can explain, but I open my mouth and can't say a word without falling apart. Still so raw. How is that possible? I am a grown woman now, a grandmother myself, but...still...nice to know somebody loves me...funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do, run and find the one who loves me...
So innocent so pure so true, after all these years I yearn for that, for you...the one who loved me.
And I wonder how she did it. Made me feel...that kind of love.
She baked cookies, yes, she read stories, sure, she lived with us my entire childhood, yes, but somehow it was more than that.
Funny but it seems I can write all that and yet a true poet can sum it up best in 23 simple words:
"Aye, 'tis a curious fancy- but all the good I know. Was taught me out of two grey eyes. A long time ago.
Thanks Edna St. Vincent Millay