March 3, 2015

OLD FLYING PAN

In a wonderful eulogy by her son,

Grandma, when she died, was

described as an old frying pan.

She was solid – black iron solid.

She sizzled and sang or hummed

in her kitchen like bacon cooking.

Her perfume was the scent of eggs

and fried sliced potatoes. Grandma

was as essential as a kitchen is to

a home, as essential as a 75 year old

frying pan. That was our grandma.

© Andy Costello, Reflections