Bio Note: After homeschooling my granddaughter through grades 6 and 7, I really am retired now, as she opted for the public junior high this fall. I'm grateful to have poetry to fall back on, to daily challenge my mind, memory, creativity, and ability to problem solve.
Its wooden handle has been burned to black, flat slotted metal that flipped fried farm foods – forever it seemed to me – is so thin now. Mom showed me a tiny crack. Fifty-seven years ago, it was a wedding gift, she told me, from a teacher, a friend of the family. Imagine his vision: a dozen hungry children entwining themselves like flowers into the shining strands of her thick, dark hair.
©2022 Irene Voth
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