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Grandma’s Measuring Spoons
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| Grandma’s measuring spoons. |
These old measuring spoons belonged to my grandma. When she passed, my oldest daughter was just shy of a year old. She used to babysit for Sienna a couple of hours a week.Grandma adored her time with Sienna. She often held her as a small infant, the entire time the two were together. As Sienna became older and more active, Grandma put her in her highchair and played with her. One of Sienna’s favorite “toys,” was grandma’s measuring spoons. These spoons that I now use every day, were The inspiration for this poem.
Spoons
In her kitchen
measuring tool
Loyal companion
in making treats
Baby rattle
In my kitchen
measuring tool
Loyal companion
measuring coffee cream
Daily reminder of grandma
So much character in those measuring spoons. Just looking at them stirs my heart. So many memories, too. Treasure them!
ReplyDeleteOh, what a sweet, sweet memory. Isn't it funny how something so little and so common can hold so much love? I really like the repetition of "loyal companion."
ReplyDeleteAmy, having family memorabilia to cherish is touching but using it or keeping it in a place of prominence warms my heart. I have many loving treasures that help me remember the times my mother was with our family. Lately, I found some cards she signed several decades ago.
ReplyDeleteYour poem shows what joy it is to have those things from the past and yours connects even more because your baby help them, too. Lovely, Amy!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely connection. And I love that, from Jama's cookies I've come to your measuring spoons - it feels like I'm touring around your kitchens.
ReplyDeleteNice to meet you, Amy--I to am charmed by the worn-loved look of your baby-rattle memento. May your coffee always be pleasantly cloudy with thoughts of your grandma!
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet connection across the generations.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, Amy. I love imagining these spoons as a rattle. If they could talk! And I love the way this poem takes us to two places and times with a line break in between. xx
ReplyDeleteWhat a treasure! You're so lucky to have those measuring spoons. Wonderful poem! Think of just how many delicious recipes those spoons have helped you and your grandma make over the years.
ReplyDeleteI love this unadorned and much-used reminder of both grandma and child. It's the simple things that mean so much, right? Thanks for this lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteThe baby rattle line touched my heart. During the pandemic, I started a FB group around baking bread. The topic of baking tools -- spoons, bowls, handwritten recipes -- that belonged to our parents or grandparents came up. I was surprised how many people had them.
ReplyDeleteOoh, measuring spoons make the best rattles. I love this look back as a treasured kitchen tool.
ReplyDeleteSweet memories inspire sweet poems. Thank you for sharing yours. I have many mementoes of happy times spent in my grandmother's kitchen that have inspired me.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful way to share that story with Sienna!
ReplyDeleteSo many lovely memories in two stanzas. Wonderful, Amy. -- Christie @ https://wonderingandwondering.wordpress.com/
ReplyDeleteI love this, Amy. And I think those are EXACTLY the same spoons I grew up with! Love the connection, the bond, even though the measuring spoons are used for different purposes.
ReplyDeleteI love the memory and lasting sense of connection that runs through your poem.
ReplyDeleteThose spoons measure the right amount of love and affection across the generations. Beautiful. :)
ReplyDeleteOh Amy, how much these old spoons are worth in your heart. Pure treasure born of such love and caring and happiness. It is lovely to have the daily reminders. I wish I had more things that belonged to my grandmother. I do have a few, thankfully. These and your poem in tribute are made to last. Loyal companion for sure.
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