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