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Grandmother's Potholder

Grandmother's potholder is frayed,
it had a matching kitchen towel
full of bright sunflowers peeking over a fence, 
given to me as a wedding shower gift years ago, 
somehow the two were separated from too many moves,
the potholder survived years of use and Grandmother didn't,
I hung onto the potholder for nostalgic sake,
when I had company for dinner

Categories: potholder, memory, nostalgia, passion,
Form: Free verse

Potholder--

You catch and keep my hand from out of the fire ;
You embrace mine burning hearts desire;
Molding me,  comforting my involving my be holding
 the potholder 

A blazing urn, you hold;
Your earnest soothing touch;
Your chilling voice;

You keep and kept my heart and body from out to fire;
You embrace me my burning desires;
Holds me comforting

Categories: potholder, analogy, caregiving, endurance, metaphor,
Form: Lyric

The Yellowed Potholder

Oh wait dear tiny black grumpy termite
Listen to my forgotten yellowed tale
Before you ruin my faded crease with a bite
How this perky white became so pale

Little Tommy had been to a huge fete
To taste rubbery sugar candies in red
He'd got 5 coins to savour a full plate
Candy stall blinked in golden ahead

Just then he heard

Categories: potholder, yellow,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Potholder

When you handle your hot dishes
and set them on table so you can eat
You put them on a holder that
protects your table from the heat

Thats the job a pot holder has
to hold your pots when they are hot
Or decor to put upon a wall
When your pots are not.

An oven mitt protects your hands
when baking something

Categories: potholder, jobs,
Form: Rhyme

Potholder

Hanging around
between jobs, on the hook.
Enjoying moments,
often fleeting, to sneak a look.

Overall, grateful
for this home and life.
Dare I dream
you’ll be my wife?

I can only hope
you feel the same.
I’ll be patient
until you take my name.

As long as it takes,
I’ll never quit.
A shy potholder 
in love with an oven mitt.

Categories: potholder, courage, romance,
Form: Rhyme

My Potholder

I looked at my potholder an thought about  
The many years it has been around
In my head I brought it to life, like the time
I imagined that it was dunk on New Year's day
When it soaked up all the wine and alcohol
That had been spilled on the table
It also caught fire on Thanksgiving day
When

Categories: potholder, emotions, fun,
Form: Free verse

A Crocheted Potholder

Fecund sewer ingeniously knitted 
An ornately crocheted potholder was made
 
Bragged her complete oeuvre at first 
But its worthless in everybody’s sight 

It may be futile or trifling
What can it flaunt is nothing

The Cuisiner's hands are sheathed
From  scorching cauldron was protected

No acclaim, no reward travail
From first light to nightfall with ill 

Hard work makes

Categories: potholder, poems,
Form: Free verse

The Potholder

I was poised to trash an old potholder
In favor of the latest version bought
When the urge to write poetry came strong -
"My home is here - without it I have nought"

I recognized my Muse at work at once
"What can this be?" thought I, and wrote ahead 
"Long ago this was a Poet Holder -
It was

Categories: potholder, poets,
Form: Rhyme

Forever Memories

Time-worn and hanging there, for many years,
next to the newer, thicker, standard ones-
it stares at me and stirs fond memories
of how much joy it brought to her back then.

With large green eyes, that look a little sad,
as if to say it misses her and all
the hugs and kisses it received- although
was not used much as

Categories: potholder, happy, memory,
Form: Blank verse