Swedish Pancakes

She browns them
so thin you can
see through them,
then fills and folds
them over
t u c k s
but the sweet
goodness
in the middle spills
out over the edges
unable to be contained.

I can still see her
busy
in that Tahoe kitchen
wrapping
each one with love,
a delicious
abundant
laughing soul
taken from us
much too soon.

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12 Responses to Swedish Pancakes

  1. whimsygizmo says:

    Prompted by:
    http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/2012-april-pad-challenge-day-18
    and the memory of my generous, wonderful mama-in-law, who filled us all so lovingly…and loved us all so fully.

  2. Your first so carefree and happy and the second so joyful and loving, my heart filled achingly on the double meaning in ending. So beautifully handled, De!

  3. Shawna says:

    Aww, yummy. 🙂 What was the filling?

  4. Lindy Lee says:

    Delicious & nostalgic; neither subject seems possible to duplicate, only just to reflect on their resepctive finesse…

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