The contrast between the old hands and the smooth gold makes tears spring to my eyes. My mom's time with the rolling pin is finished. Those old hands are now mine...
Carol, I too, have a personal connection to your poem as did Mary Lee. My Nonnie's rolling pill was a sacred treasure in her kitchen. My mom had one and I do too. You have captured the treasure that the pin brings to all.
Carol, I too, have a personal connection to your poem as did Mary Lee. My Nonnie's rolling pill was a sacred treasure in her kitchen. My mom had one and I do too. You have captured the treasure that the pin brings to all.
I own "the" rolling pin now. I have at sometime acquired a new one as a gift, but I use the old one. Old hands need an old rolling pin. Lovely, loving write!
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I enjoy putting Christmas and Antonym together. Thanks for stimulating my "what if" mind. I like your haiku.
Your last three poems all have baking as the subject. This must tell me something about the writer! 😉
I love the contrast of your first and third lines--thanks for sharing this!
How great that you're doing this with Mary Lee and others, Carol. That 'gold' means quite a lot, I think. Beautifully written.
The contrast between the old hands and the smooth gold makes tears spring to my eyes. My mom's time with the rolling pin is finished. Those old hands are now mine...
Carol, I too, have a personal connection to your poem as did Mary Lee. My Nonnie's rolling pill was a sacred treasure in her kitchen. My mom had one and I do too. You have captured the treasure that the pin brings to all.
Now that is stunning, Carol!
Carol, I too, have a personal connection to your poem as did Mary Lee. My Nonnie's rolling pill was a sacred treasure in her kitchen. My mom had one and I do too. You have captured the treasure that the pin brings to all.
I own "the" rolling pin now. I have at sometime acquired a new one as a gift, but I use the old one. Old hands need an old rolling pin.
Lovely, loving write!
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