Milkmemories of Sarah’s mom
at the sleepover:
“Wow, you’ve lost some weight!”
& counting the cookies she placed
on our plates one
by every
one
(and we 8 or 9).
Once she weighed us
on her bathroom scale
and wrote these secrets
down on a
yellow memo pad:
told us she would
help us keep track,
that we just needed
moderation!
that we were just beautiful
and did we need any more milk
for the cookies?