Oh no you can’t!

I need her voice to whisper yet

The secrets buried deep

I did not pay attention then

So the secrets she did keep

To mix, to fold, to roll and pinch

I have not yet got the touch

They were always made with loving care

I did not watch her much

So many things my mother did

It seemed so easy then

But here today when I think I’ll try…

I need to try and try again!

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About inmycorner

This blog began as an opportunity to tell my Dad's stories. I sat with him and the computer and together we told stories. It was a wonderful way to get to know Dad. He was 9. He and Mom had a wonderful life together and since she passed away a year and a half before him - Dad was ready to join her. I no longer tell his stories but have found stories of my own. The impetus to resume this blog was the discovery that I had stage 4 ovarian cancer. Since blogging had been so therapeutic for my dad and I to get through our grief, I felt maybe this would be a good outlet to process my situation. I also hoped it may serve as an outreach to anyone else who is facing this very ominous journey. So far, so good.
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5 Responses to Oh no you can’t!

  1. pixieannie says:

    Stacey, I am almost in your kitchen and salivating…. truly wonderful.

  2. Gallivanta says:

    Frustrating, isn’t it! But perhaps you have developed some special recipe that is your very own instead.

  3. pepe says:

    ahh Stacey… my mouth is watering just looking at your buns, even though i had my breakfast..:-D

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