Molasses
Julie L. Moore

Molasses

After twisting open the lid on the jar of molasses,
I raise the glass, inhale the earthy aroma,
part bark, part root of everyone
who gave me breath.
                               Comes my great grandmother Elsie,
her round body and gray hair pinned neatly in place,
her red gingham dress and rhubarb pie,
her Lebkuchen cookies. Her heart
the only day it failed, hours before my parents
caught us jumping on our beds and sat us down.
The first darkness of my childhood
pouring thickly over me.
                                    Comes my grandmother Irma,
her dyed-blond hair and lanky frame,
her lemon meringue pies,
job at Motown Records in Jersey,
slipping vinyl discs into sleeves.
Her back broken from osteoporosis,
her lungs smothered
in the black gum of night.
                                      Comes my mother Doris,
the brunette curls, hazel eyes, and wide hips
she gave me, her left-handed pitcher’s arm,
loud laughter, banana bread, and yes, those Christmas
cookies. The high blood pressure she fears
will, in some future year,
cast a long viscous shadow
over her words, still her limbs.
                                              They are all here
as I mix the syrup with flour and sugar,
nutmeg and cloves, as I roll and cut
and bake the deep brown dough.
And dusted white by day’s end,
I seem to walk with them
through rooms imbued
with the heart’s heady scent.

Julie L. Moore

is the author of Particular Scandals, published in the Poiema Poetry Series by Cascade Books. Her other books include Slipping Out of Bloom (WordTech Editions), and Election Day (Finishing Line Press). She has contributed poetry to Alaska Quarterly Review, Image, Nimrod, Poetry Daily, Prairie Schooner, Southern Review, Verse Daily, and other journals and anthologies. Her website is JulieLMoore.com.