The Tug of the Past

I was raised on dog eared pages

of cookbooks

and handwritten recipe cards

bowls and beaters cleaned by my lips

my hands tugging on my mother’s apron strings

yearning for more

now it is I, who wears the apron

still licking bowls and beaters

and reading dog eared pages

of cookbooks

and handwritten recipe cards

and I know my mother is still in the kitchen

for her handwriting is on those recipe cards

telling me time changes nothing

and us all, just the same

for learning to cook and bake

is much the same as learning to love

a craft for the patient

a passion for the wonderers

we must rely on time

and trust our instincts

to tell us “when”

or the tug of an apron string

like the tug of the past

words written on cards

stained on my heart

yearning for more

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23 Responses to The Tug of the Past

  1. Sadje says:

    It is interesting how we end up in the same place our parents were a few decades ago. Yet we don’t think that we are old enough to be in their spot. I also wonder at it sometimes.

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  2. Brad Osborne says:

    What a beautiful rememberance of times held so dear! It is funny sometimes how the steps in our lives fall directly into the footprint of those who walked before us.

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    • kristianw84 says:

      Yes. I remind myself of my mom more & more everyday. I wasn’t blessed with children of my own, but my eldest niece is pretty much my mini me. It’s funny watching her interact with people & listening to the crazy stuff she comes up with, it always takes me back to when I was her age. She even kind of looks like me. It’s amazing to see traits of myself in others, & I love talking to the older generations & listening to their stories & thinking, “Ah, so that’s who I get that from.” ❤❤ Thank you for reading!

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  3. Angela Jelf says:

    Beautiful parallels

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  4. Herb says:

    We do become our parents in many ways. Different, yet the same.

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  5. parkermccoy says:

    Beautifully written. And I used to love licking the bowls and beaters. It was always a nice surprising treat while the smell of baked awesomeness filled the house. Great memories!

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  6. Reblogged this on Sarah's Attic Of Treasures and commented:
    Yes, I am YEARNING for more. More of what I had growing up. More of what I had raising Bobby and helping to raise his cousins. I miss family and good friends. I miss feeling love. Really feeling it. I miss being able to share the love I feel.

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  7. I so get you! I miss mom, with all my heart, those togetherness times when responsibility wasn’t ours. Now I have not only 3 children, but a very I’ll young one, and this year round I’m missing all the fun we had. Praying peace for you, for me. Huggg

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  8. Love the image of something so precious being passed on down the generations. Beautifully written.

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