Ode to a Wooden Spoon
Tuesday, 15 March 2011
Thou slender, lean with dependent strength
Thou hast turned throughout the years.
Mixing, folding with perfect faith
Cherished recipes that act as mirrors.
Pancakes with secret ingredients,
Hamantaschen, prune or mohn?
Serving once to dull the pain of penetrating wounds, now gone.
Dinners blended with rapt expedience
Turning, swirling like a song.
Thou shalt be for a memory of when mine brood wast young.