jillypoet: mom trying to write

Each day I wish I had invented waterproof sticky notes (for shower inspiration) or pen-friendly diapers to get down all my quirky thoughts that I am sure are relevant and publishable. And so God (actually another writer-mommy) sent me The Blog.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

June Cleaver Sends Best Wishes and a Casserole

A Poem for Carolee's Mother on the Eve of Surgery

May your apron wrap round your waist
snug as the man of your dreams at your thighs.

May your flour be content to hide its purity
in the darkened circle of a porcelain rooster,
never dusting your cheeks with traces
of another self, another pale incarnation.

May your cookies rise like hips
in heat, hold their softness on your tongue
even after the oven has cooled.

May the man in white deliver the milk
of compassion, seasonal nog and spirits
well before you prowl the morning
floorboards, a rested angel in flannel robes.

With this dish, may your gut fill
with what it needs. May you find
each ingredient at your fingertips.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

this is beautiful. thank you. i read it twice: once for my mom and once for myself. (i'm greedy like that.)

it's oh so super super nice to be cared for with words, friend. thank you so much.

5:31 PM  
Blogger Joyce Ellen Davis said...

My best friend's sister goes in for an eight-hour surgery tomorrow morning in Chicago. This (as always) is wonderful. 'S been way too long, and as I read all the way to the bottom I remembered how really GOOD you are!

Merry Christmas, Jilly, even tho' you are Buddhist. I think of myself as a sort of Zen Mormon! Peace on earth, goodwill to men (and women, and children, and animals...and all the rest of it.)

10:33 PM  
Blogger Joyce Ellen Davis said...

Oh, and may you, too, find each ingredient at your fingertips!

10:35 PM  
Blogger Dale said...


2:15 AM  
Blogger ...deb said...

Damn, Jilly.

(Sweetness sighs and rises on plumped loaves.)

12:28 AM  
Anonymous Nathan said...

There's much to like in this one, especially the compassion with which it's written.

7:36 AM  
Anonymous christine said...

Wow, what a beautiful poem, Jill, very tight language, lovely images.

10:33 PM  

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