Toss in a pinch of love

By Penny4athought

Tue, 30 Apr 2019
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There are no pages I can find

No written account to help me

As I stare at the flour stained counter

And wish for yesterday

when I stood waist high

to her five foot three frame

As she rolled out the dough

Precise measure

disregarded

Her heart knew

How much to add

Her fingers knew

The perfect pinch of…

Oh, those tantalizing

Well remembered aromas

From her warm kitchen

Make me dream for that taste

That taste I cannot recreate

Long gone are the days

I could have asked her

Long past the last time

We'd shared those creations

I wipe the tears away

toss in too large a pinch of salt

And try to scoop it back out 

Tearfully wishing

she were here

Whispering to me

Those secret measures

but mostly

Wishing

To hear her voice

once again

Certificate 12
Poem
Inspiration Point (work that responds to our weekly writing cue)

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I like the title! There are always those unasked questions! And simple tasks and smells bring back memories and persons so keenly. In Welsh we would say that my grandmoher used 'the notion of the eye not the hand' I think, in measuring her flour etc. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Penny4athought on

Thank you Rhiannon- I appreciate your comments - I think that is how my mother measured too.smiley

Penny4athought

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Enjoyed this very much. Words of a poem describing how words in a recipe are not enough, but the poem works brilliantly. It's beautiful and sad and true

 

Submitted by Penny4athought on

When we write from the heart the words can be are difficult so it was so nice to read that you thought the poem worked brilliantly. Thank you Di_for those lovely comments.smiley

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Penny,

you make such a valid point in your poem and bring my own memories back. My mum used to make melt in the mouth swiss cakes and never used a recipe book, so now I can only enjoy the memory because there's no recipe to follow and I've never been able to make them since.

Your poem makes me glad to have experienced those moments even though they've long gone.

Thank you for sharing.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Penny4athought on

Hi Jenny,

Yes, I know we both wish they had written down those well loved recipes. I have ingredients but nothing of the measurements so her special touch, her loving touch, to all she did is lost to me.

Just as you'd said, the memories will have to carry us through for we'll never recreate the moment ourselves, because we are missing the most important ingredient - our Moms.

 

Penny4athought