3rd
Molasses Taffy
Pulling molasses taffy takes strong arms, I know.
I smell the glossy goodness, animated ooze.
Mom tugs and cuts with agility and grace,
While I wrap with crinkled paper and wait for my taste.
Gathering vibrant flowers takes discerning eyes, I know.
Mindful of gardener’s treasure, Mom helps me choose.
Beauties for teacher, we delight in generosity a while.
While I truss bouquet with foil and wait for a smile.
Perfecting piano lessons takes patient ears, I know.
Enduring Bach Sonatas and Mendelssohn’s ‘Hunting Song’.
Emerging at last, relief and euphonious sound.
While I rejoice in a blessing that waits to expound.
Mother’s love mends torn hearts, I know.
I feel her gathering brokenness, knitting perpetually.
She hears the incomprehensible with charity.
While I blow on tissue and wait on clarity.
Susan Ardith Lee
©2011
