Tuesday, March 3, 2015

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

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