Barbara Gorelick Poet Couplet

My Favorite Dish

In the kitchen my mother stands
Blue bowl in her work rough hands

The cracks and chips my fingers trace
Remembering the lines on her tired face

The bowl is full of memories sweet
Of her stirring up some special treat

If I could have  just one little wish
We would stand together with her dish

Stirring up some breakfast batter
The room filled with our girlish chatter

The old blue bowl is with me still
In a place of honor on my window sill

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Sadaf Syed January 19, 2012 at 11:26 PM You are right Barbara!Cheers to both of our dishes!:) congrats:)

Andrea Dietrich January 19, 2012 at 9:09 PM I'm so glad this sweet homey one took a place, Barbara. Congratulations.

David Williams January 19, 2012 at 10:08 AM Barbara congrats on your win, it may be a Dish but it stirs romance as well..guard it well..David

Carrie Richards January 19, 2012 at 8:54 AM I love this poem......(it would have been higher on my list)....such sentiment, without being overly sentimental....that is not easy to do. :) Nicely done, Barbara..

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl January 19, 2012 at 8:23 AM Congratulations nostalgic x

Linda-Marie Sweetheart January 19, 2012 at 7:58 AM congrats BG n a wonderful win for a tasty fav dish ..

Carol Sunshine Brown January 19, 2012 at 7:21 AM Congratulations on the win for you in David's "My Favourite Dish" contest Barbara. Love, Carol

Sadaf Syed January 16, 2012 at 11:02 PM Enjoyed reading your poem BG.. you are right,mine is also on the same topic but the description of yours is really beautiful:) Will look forward to read more of your poems..

Joe Maverick January 13, 2012 at 1:52 PM Nothing like the unvarnished honesty in a write Barbara; this rates high by me, good to know such a Mom..!

Andrea Dietrich January 9, 2012 at 11:03 PM I just love the simple and sentimental way you did your entry, Barbara . so much better than how I did mine. (that was funny what you said about tator tot casserole and your hips. me too)

Red Fiery January 9, 2012 at 11:13 AM all the best my dear...this was wonderful to read and very well written too..

Cyndi Macmillan January 9, 2012 at 10:39 AM Awww, Love this, Barbara. Heirlooms come in all shapes and sizes, don't they? Hope this tops high! I'm reading some o the entries for this contest and I'm highly impressed with the poems. Lovely, funny and sweet. Blessings, Cyndi

Joe Flach January 9, 2012 at 10:28 AM Beautiful write and wonderful tribute to your mother. This should do very well in the contest, Barbara. Maybe take a look at the last line - "place OF honor"? Thanks for sharing this lovely memory. Joe Barbara Gorelick January 9, 2012 at 10:29 AM Thanks Joe...Im famous for my typos..lol BG

Ilene Bauer January 9, 2012 at 10:22 AM a lovely memory! i have my grandmother's cookie jar and i feel the same way whenever i look at it.