My big sister—
the poet, the editor, the mediator
the strong survivor, the loving mother
the beautiful woman
my inspiration, my friend—
gave me this Dutch cake mix for appeltaart
when she last came to visit us.
And though she’s a province away,
when I make it with my girls—
carefully chopping the apples together,
blending in the butter,
brushing with egg to finish the masterpiece—
I am with her, too.
“Lekker gezellig!” deliciously cosy…
The love of my sister
wraps around me like these strips of dough
around the nested apples,
soft arms scented with cinnamon and sugar.