Personal blog of christian
writer & fallible mom
Katy McKenna Raymond
in Kansas City, Missouri
Katy is represented by
Greg Johnson at
WordServe Literary
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LateBoomer.net
Recent Posts
- Try
- Becoming Brenda Starr
- Off Beat
- Scattered
- That’s It
- So I’ve Finally Signed With An Agent. Now What?
- The Spoon
- Sciatica
- Sweetheart
- A Woman’s Train of Thought Has No Caboose
- However much we own, we are all still living on borrowed time
- After all, when restaurants shrink portions, they don’t shrink prices.
- As with everything in life, balance is key.
- Slow down, you move too fast…
- Yeah, I know. I have issues.
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The Spoon (#1666)
It’s just a slotted spoon, of course,
Nothing more.
Wooden handled, sturdy and
Steady as she goes, and went.
Vintage 1950, when housewives
Stirred oatmeal old-fashioned,
Stick-to-ribs, sturdy and
Steady as she goes, and went.
She scraped potatoes from a
Heavy pot, smoothed soup
Into soothing cures, sturdy and
Steady as she goes, and went.
Scooped Irish stew into steaming
Bowls, set before us with Wonder
Bread and peaches, sturdy and
Steady as she goes, and went.
Alone at last, she scrambled
A solitary egg, that’s all, to make
Things simple, sturdy and
Steady as she goes, and went.
The spoon went with her to the
Tiny kitchenette. She never stirred
Another thing, sturdy and
Steady as she goes, and went.
I touch it now, and feel her palm
Upon the handle’s grain, her fingerprints
Beneath my own, sturdy and
Steady as she goes, and went.
It’s just a slotted spoon, of course,
Nothing more.
Wooden handled, sturdy and
Steady as she goes—-and went.
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