I wish I had my mother’s gift
for making something out of nothing.
A can of tuna
is creamed tuna on toast.
Flour turns drippings into gravy.
Jello is a fancy desert.
Leftover roast beef
is a Sunday night sandwich.
Rhubarb is a pie.
Apples make a sauce.
Her kitchen was an allegory
for life lessons.
Beautiful! My grandma was the allegorical genius in our house, a survivor of the Great Depression that I would swear had a magic wand hidden in her kitchen drawers. I try to recreate her magic these days, but I so wish I could just call her up and ask. Thank you for the time travel!
Yes! Mom and Grandma made magic in the kitchen with whatever was in the pantry Great poem!