Kitchen alive, as all others rest,
The sifted flour falling down-
A pinch of this and pinch of that.
Pouring and mixing in bednight gown-
Kneading and shaping- her special way,
First batch is baking, another to do-
She silently, carefully, begins again,
One more pan before she is through.
Buttermilk biscuits, her blessing for all.
The recipe not measured with cup or a spoon-
The beds become restless, tossing about,
The aroma of love now filling the room.
The secret recipe-
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To my mamaw, a great lady that raised 13 children and always managed a smile on her face. Her biscuits were the daily bread, as her love was the recipe.
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Alice Texas USA- Sea Angel
Nighttime Fears- Legend
Written February 9th, 2003
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This was really good. I loved the emotions and ideas behind it. However, I do believe that you need to work out the flow of this a little bit better...I like how it's free-form...but when reading it out loud you fall upon a few places where it just doesn't work...that's the only thing in this poem that I saw that could use a bit of improvment. I really did enjoy reading it...it was beautiful-and I loved the imagery you created with your words. Great Job, and good luck in my contest!
Amanda -
Oh this is touching... i love the smell of break baking, any time i've awakened to someone ELSE doing the cooking, it puts a smile on my face and warmth in my heart. Now, I am the one to get up before everyone else and start breakfast... hope they end up remembering me in such a lovely way.
Beautiful poem, takes me back :-)
~ Wendy -
Muddy.. the love that you have for your mother and grandmother shows in your work.. Thank you for the wonderful words.. The first thing I learned to bake was Bread,, Taught by of course.. My Mother...
Carin........ -
This is beautiful, and sooooooooooo full of love
Asweet tribute for your mamaw
Take care,
Karen
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I enjoyed this write very much. You made your mother's kitchen, my kitchen for a moment or two. This is a wonderful way to show love and honor to your mother. Through memories you have of things she did. She us the icing of love on them all! Raise such a large family, she is an exceptional lady! Homemade biscuits a bread my own mother provided often. As I did with my own family. Thanks for sharing. Thanks for taking me down my own memory lane. Terrific piece. God Bless You
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this was a great tribute. My hat goes off to anyone who is able to raise that many children and keep a smile on their face. It was by God's good graces......
Yvonne
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