I’m blessed to have another poem of mine appearing on-line. This morning, Jama Rattigan is featuring a poem of mine, “Your Grandmother’s Whisk”. I wrote it last February in response to a wonderful writing prompt by my poet friend Diane Lockward—asking us to write about a tool we used. It’s wonderful how objects carry memories for us, some things passing from generation to generation. After I wrote the poem and its accompanying memories of Bill and his grandmother, I made blueberry pancakes.
Here’s a link to the poem page. I’m glad that Jama chose to post it during October, the anniversary month of Bill’s death. I know he’s enjoying his grandmother’s blueberry pancakes and oatmeal cookies again. And I hope you enjoy the poem.