Mamaw's Old Crock

Mash potatoes in Mamaw's crock,

what a delicious thought.

 

I made my original recipe

and as usual, dipped a sneak taste

before sharing with the others.

What a sweat taste and immeditately,

flashbacks of Mamaw hand mashing her taters,

for the family.

 

Once my family started their feaste,

they all commented to me "These taters

are great. What did you do to change their taste?"

 

I smiled and said "I noticed it too" The only

difference is, I used the old crock that my Mamaw always use.

 

Reviews

[The Scanners See Sound]

This is brilliant.

No sarcasm either, this is hands down, the most enjoyable piece of poetry I've read on this site. The simple fact that you dont tend to go overboard with wishy-washy melodrama, and the subject matter makes it possible to find symbolism for darn near anything; it's fantastic.

I wish I had seen this when it was more recent, as this statement would seem more relevant, but whatever.

[Ari]

This really makes me wish I could go to my grandmother's house and have mashed potatoes. You really capture the emotion here well.

[Samuel Dickens]

That's cute and quaint. I know about those old bowls, pitchers, etc. One of my sisters still uses one of mother's bowls, and I have the flashbacks like you described. They're wonderful to behold on so many different levels. Thank you for sharing those comforting thoughts.