Donald J Bennett Poet Free verse

Grandma's Refrigerator Cake

Times were lean but life was good
When waste not, want not we understood
In the refrigerator all leftovers would accumulate
Come the weekend Grandma scraped it all onto a plate
She really cleaned it out; nothing was excluded
All were mashed and diced with sugar and spice included
Beaten batter with raisin thrown in; placed in the oven to bake
Thick butter frosting placed atop surely completed her refrigerator cake
All the grand kids now gathered about; to taste a slice so savory
Not only did we each get a piece of cake; we also got a memory

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Roy Jerden July 14, 2014 at 1:49 PM Nothing like Grandma's, was there? Yep, she used everything. Well done! Cheers, Roy

Ugwu Cornelius Chidera July 14, 2014 at 1:50 AM sweet grand ma often have a sweet kitchen.I missed my grandma

Kelly Deschler June 20, 2014 at 1:04 AM After reading this, I'm reminded of my Grandma's kitchen where nothing went to waste. But, nothing was wasted because she was such a great cook, and her food was always eaten, down to the last crumb!.... I really enjoyed this poem that was perfectly rhymed. Great work, Donald!

Richard Lamoureux February 18, 2014 at 8:43 AM I used to love my mom's chocolate bread pudding made from stale bread. Great poem! Donald J Bennett February 18, 2014 at 11:05 AM Thank you for the kind words

S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri February 17, 2014 at 1:24 PM Wow a unique topic poem. Yeah the gud ol days when man wasnt that rapacious. Leftovers make for fine dishes if u are culinary creative enuf. Kudos for the fabulous poem in rhyme! Donald J Bennett February 17, 2014 at 4:46 PM Thank you my friend.

Scott Thirtyseven February 17, 2014 at 2:57 AM And the cake would feed you for a day, where as the memory feeds a lifetime. Great poem. Donald J Bennett February 17, 2014 at 11:00 AM Thank you sir for your comment.

Lucilla Carrillo February 16, 2014 at 9:44 PM This is a memory to treasure. I always say - if we have nothing to leave our kids - let's leave them a memory. Good poem.... Lucilla Donald J Bennett February 16, 2014 at 11:22 PM She left me plenty of memories and all are treasured. Thank you for the comment for it was appreciated.

Robert Pettit February 12, 2014 at 9:13 AM Do you have the recipe? Nice way to describe something you like to eat.

Norma Arana February 11, 2014 at 8:29 AM The flavor of this poem is rich with creamy memory. Well done and thank you for the compliment, Donald!

Jayne Eggins February 10, 2014 at 7:21 AM Donald this is a poem brimming with memory, You made me think about my Nana and her cooking she was a superb cook sounds like yours was as well :) thanks for your kind comment on my poem it was appreciated love Jayne x