We have in our possession an old and weathered griddle
that's been making pancakes in our house
since our children and grandchildren were little
Every Saturday morning at a slow and steady pace
we'd stack pancakes on the table…some with a happy face.
As we got more creative we found a way to play.
We added colors…we made flowers into a beautiful pancake bouquet.
We made pancakes in all shapes and colors and sizes
I believe our Mickey Mouse was the best!
And as we grew in confidence we began taking their requests.
No request was rejected..no matter how big…or little
for we knew despite our lack of artistic talent…
there was magic in this griddle.
The children and grandchildren are all grown now
and yesterday with just a little fanfare
We decided to make pancakes for our dinner
And were delighted…because the magic was still there.
All the magic of all those Saturdays…
All those pancakes made when they were little…
All those moments made more memorable
by the magic of the griddle.
All the magic of all those Saturdays… All those pancakes made when they were little…This poem is very brilliantly penned and shared.
" No request was rejected" ! Memories. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful memories of yesteryears bring joy and make loved ones closer to each other. So beautifully written. It made me smile and ponder about my family's marvelous memories. Great images too.