Gran's Recipe Has No Measurements

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A handful of flour and a bit of a smile
A splash of the milk, wait a little while
Gran said, you'll know when it's right
Don't ask me how, just feel the dough tonight

Her spoon was a teacup with a chip on the side
Her oven ran hot and she never would hide
The pinch that she gave, the secret she kept
In the turn of her wrist as she stirred and she wept at onions

Write it down, I begged her
She laughed and said, taste it

Gran's recipe has no measurements
Just a little of this, and a little of that
It's love by the handful, it's time by the feel
It's the warm of her kitchen on a cold afternoon
Gran's recipe has no measurements
And somehow it always comes out right

Now I stand at the counter with flour to my elbows
The first loaf is flat and the second is burned
But the smell through the house is a hand on my shoulder
And I swear that I hear her say, not yet, not yet, turn

So I add a bit more, and I hum while I knead
And the kitchen fills up with the people I need
Every cousin and aunt at the old wooden table
Passing the plate, as many as we are able

Gran's recipe has no measurements
Just a little of this, and a little of that
It's love by the handful, it's time by the feel
It's the warm of her kitchen on a cold afternoon
Gran's recipe has no measurements
And somehow it always comes out right

A little of this
A little of that
Come to the table, come on back