JEAN WOOD BLASINGAME

[PART•TIME POET]

Photography & creative image: JWB / Background image credits: Kranich17,  _Alicia_via Pixabay

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My whole family of siblings, in-laws, and kids were having dinner out one evening, when my Mom announced that she was retiring her old flour sifter. Apparently my sister had convinced her that she needed a new one to replace the one she'd used ever since she married my Dad and began housekeeping about 60 years earlier! She was well known in our family for her delicious cakes and cookies, and rightfully proud of the blue ribbon she'd won at the county fair! So Mom, always my biggest fan and encourager, had decided that I should write a poem to commemorate her sifter's retirement. Of course I laughed and brushed it off, thinking it was an unlikely poem topic and maybe she'd forget about it. But by the next morning, a poem had magically made its way into my mind.


The Sifter


She’d done her duty, done it well,

Spun her culinary spell

Retired at last from board and bowl,

A little dingy, squeaky, old

But she sure cranked it in her day...

With mounds of wheat she'd had her way!

Perched on her floured bowl just so

Bright red knob all poised to go

Secure within her kitchen realm

Blue Ribbon Baker at the helm

Five kids appeared to watch the show

Five little heads, ten little hands...

All hoping for a pinch of dough!


“Chi-CHI, Chi-CHI,” she told the flour

It seemed she had some magic power

Whatever in her sieve was thrust

She sifted into fairy dust

And in good time that "dust" would make  

Mom’s "magic" cookies, pies, and cake

And sometimes, if we asked real nice

We’d get to spin her once or twice

To watch with glee as flour flew high

Before becoming cake or pie


How little did we know back then

As we idly watched her spin

That she was just a metaphor

To show us Life is little more

Than taking what things Fate may plan

Putting them in Expert Hands

Picking recipes we trust

Adjusting when and if we must  

Cranking steady...that’s our part

Knowing when to stop, or start

Refining life with faith to make

Raw grain into Blue Ribbon cake


JWB ~ 2008


With thanks to our Blue Ribbon Baker, Mom, and her original 1950’s model sifter for all the cakes, pies, cookies, lessons & love