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Fresh from the oven
by Kristina Woodhillback when i was young
and wed the man who
would become your dad
there came a time when
you were “in the oven”
it was a special miracle
to feel you grow inside
of me not knowing how
or what you'd be from
mixing our xx-xy identities
and now you're grown
and gone
and I still putter, mutter on
at times i brush a pesky tear
though i know you are
truly near - in all ways still my son
the simple phrases come to
mind i love yous often sent
your way and find you well
and settled in we are so proud
that you've fit in your man-made
shoes
i try my best
to change the nest
the rhyme must
hop
to try to
stop
the missing
beat –
the you, my sweet
sweet memories of you and me
the we of parenting that so
surpasses understanding so relentlessly
demanding no super glue is stronger
than that bond
but you know me, i find a way
to work past self afflictions
smooth the frictions of the fracturing
realizing bonds do stretch to
fit expanding needs
and i in my simplicity seek solace
in complicity, you prodding with
a sly smile i can hear across
the miles
you tweaker of my heart strings
you breaker of my frown
when you wonder if a box
might be arriving from our town
a box of cookied
love of chocolate chips shaped
just like hugs and you know i
taste test carefully to send the best
shared lovingly just made with
my own hands
fresh from my oven
07/27/2007
Author's Note: to my grown son, who still loves my cookies, and hopefully his mama
Posted on 07/28/2007
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 07/28/07 at 04:29 AM This had me smiling from beginning to end. Chocolate chip? They'll love us bestest for fresh, homemade cookies, lol. |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 07/28/07 at 01:38 PM Such a sweet and tender gift here and I am sure the cookies are delicious as well... |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 07/28/07 at 02:25 PM Great diction. I enjoyed the feeling it evoked. ~JPP |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 07/28/07 at 03:18 PM Very nice...and to be reading this today, on my own son's first teen-age birthday, is so very bittersweet! Thanks for expressing this. |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 07/29/07 at 03:32 AM Hi Kristina,
It's lovely. And so precious. I'm sure he loves his Mama. Even more than the cookies. :) |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 07/29/07 at 03:32 AM A whole lot more. He looks ya, Mama. :) |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 07/29/07 at 03:33 AM Oooops, that's suppose to be He loves ya, Mama.
There goes those typoes again. :) |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 07/30/07 at 02:29 PM Kristina! —you breaker of my frown! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 07/30/07 at 02:32 PM (The above note, when clicked, will take you to a photograph from my garden to yours!) |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/31/07 at 01:40 AM Really neat, this poem mixed and baked with a lot of love and good humor. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 07/31/07 at 12:56 PM I really loved reading about a good parent-child relationship. Very well done; I loved every word! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/20/07 at 11:45 AM sometimes it is difficult when love is involved to differentiate between the taste of one chocolate chip from another, but if we trust our savories and trust them, we will come upon distinction. and that is what is good about love, there is distinction in it, but it never wavers when it is a love from a mother to a son, which always finds the words, as you have, mom to speak that love. |
| Posted by LK Barrett on 12/08/11 at 09:48 PM Fabulous slant rhyme, integral meter, and those lovely yanky heartstring moments, this one particularly, "surpasses understanding so relentlessly demanding no super glue is stronger
than that bond" just yummy, chica...just lovely...thank you! lk
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