JEAN WOOD BLASINGAME

[PART•TIME POET]

Photography & creative image: JWB / Background image credit: congerdesign via Pixabay


Countless batches of batter graced the bowl of Mom's old mixer. It was at least 60 years old, nearing retirement age but still running in 2018 when Mom turned it off for the last time. "They don't make them like they used to" would certainly apply here! I'm pretty sure that if God has a kitchen, Mom is in there baking Him something delicious! And I'm also sure she'd want me to write a poem about her faithful old Sunbeam sidekick.

At Rest


A little rusty at the seams

Just like some of the rest of us

But oh the stories she could tell

Of younger years that saw the best of us


A Saturday was not complete

Without a cake or two

And Mom’s kitchen was the gathering place

While waiting for that cake to “brew”.


Brrr-ah, brrr-ah, the motor hummed

We watched the bowl go round

And eagerly hoped for battered spoons

Or some spare bits to share around


What fun! What expectation

Our lives held at that young stage

Mom’s perfect batter mixed with love

Celebrating every year and age


Those cakes she made, like birthdays,

Came and went by way too fast

And like those tender cakes, the years

Too soon were gobbled up and past


Mom’s old mixer has gone silent now

No work left to be done

She had a good long lifetime, tho

A sixty-plus, or so, year run!


And now she rests upon the shelf

Remembering the days

When sharing sweetness was her mission

Her personal song of praise


Lord, one day when we're on the shelf

No batter left to beat

May we, too, be blessed with memories

Of lives we helped make sweet



JWB ~ 2018