Ode to a Mixing Bowl
togetherness is what you are
You make me a better mother
I am half arsed, half full, half lost...
too tired, too busy, too stressed..
... too much.
Searching and scratching and
tired..
so tired.
So very, very, tired.
I remember you, tucked away in a cupboard.
Reliable, stoic, clean, up for it...
Yes!
Let's make something;
all of us,
together.
If I pour and you stir?
Yes?
We can crack a few eggs and chuck in some sugar,
and bake...
... a while.
Childhood memories fill up our kitchen.
Thank you.
Thank you.
I can be a mum.
I can.
You help me show love.
I love you...
I love you.
I love you, my son.
About the Creator
Caroline Jane
Warm-blooded vertebrate, domesticated with a preference for the wild. Howls at the moon and forages on the dark side of it. Laughs like a hyena. Fuelled by good times and fairy dust. Writes obsessively with no holes barred.
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Is there anything better than the creations that come out of the mixing bowl! I love when I see my wife has it out because I know something is about to taste good 😊
"Licking the bowl" is some of my happiest childhood memories 😁
This is so beautiful and real. I love that despair and doubt becomes a road to quality time and love; it's heavy and light at the same time. My favorite part was the description of the bowl, I think, "Reliable, stoic, clean, up for it..."
Brings back memories. Lovely💙Anneliese
You are not alone. I think we all feel like that sometimes ❤️ I love that you found such a simple way to shed all of those doubts, fears and stresses and remember how wonderful you are.
Cooking is certainly a great way to build memories with loved ones, especially children. I have very fond memories in the kitchen with my grandmother. Thank you for reminding me those.
This is such a great ode, and I love how you put mother's love into a bowl :).
Some great words perfectly assembled, great ode
Fabulous!!! Fabulously written and loving it!!!♥️♥️💕
Oh, what a beautiful ode to the simplest thing that so many people have in their kitchen. The mixing bowl can be a way to distract, entertain, calm, gather. I especially appreciate how the latter half of the poem reads rhythmically, as if you're chanting to yourself while you mix a dough or batter. It's as if what you're creating in the mixing bowl calms you.
This wonderful, and that ending was the sweetest of all. Well done.
This was so beautiful, Caroline! Seriously...I love how it started with personal feelings and how the humble mixing bowl can help you rise to the occasion and what's needed as a parent! Lovely stuff!
Awww, this was so sweet and lovely! Wonderful ode!
Fun and imaginative, also heartwarming, loved it 😍
So sweet! I absolutely love it!
Aw, I love this so much - how something as ordinary as a mixing bowl can help bring you closer and create memories. ☺️ So sweet and full of warmth!